Chapter 32

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Save? I don’t know what you mean, Young Master Fu. I’m just a country bumpkin. I don’t have the ability to help Young Master Fu save people.” Zhou Yun subconsciously refused.

“How could that be? Miss Zhou saved me in the nunnery. Such medical skills can definitely save my sister. There’s no need to be so self-effacing.” Fu Sen’s eyes never left Zhou Yun’s face.

“Young Master Fu, are you mistaken? The person who saved you with medical skills was a doctor who happened to pass by the foot of the mountain, not me.” Zhou Yun denied it directly.

“In that case, I can only investigate it with great fanfare. If I accidentally find out some little secrets that Miss Zhou doesn’t want anyone to know, then don’t blame me.” Fu Sen’s eyes were still smiling, but his words were threatening.

Zhou Yun’s eyes turned sharp. With a flip of her right hand, a silver needle was already on Fu Sen’s neck in the blink of an eye.

“You dare threaten me?” Zhou Yun said coldly. “Believe it or not, if I pierce you with one needle, you’ll have to report to Hades.”

Fu Sen smiled slightly. After his eyes rotated, his deep and charming eyes met Zhou Yun’s sinister ones and he said softly, “Isn’t it romantic to die in the hands of your future partner?”

As he spoke, Fu Sen approached Zhou Yun. Zhou Yun frowned slightly and partially moved the silver needle. Then, she saw the silver needle go straight into Fu Sen’s neck.

Zhou Yun cursed to herself, “Lunatic.” Then, Fu Sen’s large face appeared in front of Zhou Yun. The tip of his nose was gently rubbing Zhou Yun’s nose. Zhou Yun was so startled that she forgot to even pull out the needle before retreating.

Fu Sen pulled the silver needle from his neck and quickly pulled Zhou Yun, who was obviously flustered. Caught off-guard, Zhou Yun fell into Fu Sen’s arms.

Fu Sen was about to relish having a beauty in his arms when Zhou Yun struggled and got up.

However, Zhou Yun did not expect that because she used too much force, she tore Fu Sen’s shirt apart and the buttons fell all over the ground.

In the past ten years, no one had ever dared to treat her with such an intimate attitude. In an instant, Zhou Yun was furious. With a flip of her ten fingers, eight silver needles were already at her fingertips, ready to be fired.

Zhou Yun’s eyes were vicious and malicious. She looked at Fu Sen as if she was looking at a dead man.

Fu Sen looked jittery. He could tell that Zhou Yun really wanted him dead.

At this moment, Zhou Yun saw the necklace hanging around Fu Sen’s neck. She stared at Fu Sen’s fair chest, dumbfounded.

Fu Sen could naturally feel the change in Zhou Yun’s mood.

Fu Sen quickly closed his shirt to block Zhou Yun’s naked gaze on his chest. He said shyly, “You’re looking at me with such perverted eyes. Is it because you wants to have a taste of your fiancé in advance? That won’t do. I’m a traditional man. I won’t let you touch me before getting married. My first night is going to be on the wedding night.”

Zhou Yun couldn’t be bothered with Fu Sen. She put away the silver needles in her hand and strode forward. She grabbed Fu Sen’s collar with both hands. Under Fu Sen’s stunned gaze, she pulled it open and the remaining buttons on his shirt were gloriously retired.

Fu Sen’s ears turned slightly red. He was embarrassed and confused, but he didn’t want to be at a disadvantage. “I didn’t expect you to be so anxious. Then I can only begrudgingly obey.”

Fu Sen even closed his eyes and puffed his chest out as he spoke, looking like a self-sacrificial hero.

“When did you steal my necklace?” Zhou Yun looked at the necklace on Fu Sen’s chest and asked in a low voice.

The reason she asked instead of taking it from Fu Sen’s neck was that Zhou Yun didn’t think anyone could take her things from her territory, especially her secret base.

Perplexed, Fu Sen opened his eyes. He followed Zhou Yun’s gaze and looked at the necklace hanging around his neck.

Then, Fu Sen looked up at Zhou Yun, flabbergasted, and asked, “What did you say? You said this necklace is yours?”

Zhou Yun grabbed Fu Sen’s neck and said, “You’re still acting dumb. You investigated me and even took my things? Tell me, who are you and what do you want?”

Fu Sen’s face was flushed red from Zhou Yun’s clutch. He squeezed out a few words and said, “Let go, I’ll talk…”

Only then did Zhou Yun react and quickly let go.

Fu Sen coughed for a while, then looked at Zhou Yun accusingly and with resentment. “You! You choked me, what else do you want me to say? If you want to strangle me, just say it. Why are you still asking?”