Gong Fanmo bent down, holding the fan with one hand and touching the snow leopard with the other. He looked so amiable and amiable. She really couldn't understand. This was obviously a leopard, a ferocious animal. Why did she treat Gong Fanmo so much?
Like a docile pet dog?
But Feng Ruoli was so angry that she ignored their friendly exchanges and stepped forward to grab Gong Fanmo by the collar. She really wanted to teach this man a lesson.
In just a moment, Gong Fanmo used the fan in his left hand to push away Feng Ruoli's outstretched hand, and pulled Feng Ruoli forward with his right hand and pressed her pulse gate, pulling Feng Ruoli around in a circle.
He was completely enveloped in his arms.
Being held by him so ambiguously made Feng Ruoli feel a little uncomfortable. Although she was already a 24-year-old woman with a mind, her body was still that of a teenager, so she couldn't break free.
The bondage of Fanmo.
Gong Fanmo pressed her pulse for a moment, then released the hands that restrained Feng Ruoli's body, walked over the "residues" on the ground gracefully, and sat on the table, while regularly fanning the fan in his hand.
"Well, it seems that you are taking the medicine and eating obediently. Your pulse seems to be much more stable, and the remaining poison has been cleared away." Gong Fanmo still had the smile on his face that looked like a peach blossom in bloom, and he was so charming that his life was worth it.
"Remaining poison?" Feng Ruoli was surprised by his words. When had she been poisoned? This is no joke. Aren't all ancient poisons terrible? Although she was not afraid of death, the thought of those seven orifices bleeding and her whole body rotting
She couldn't help but shudder at the scene.
"Come, let me see how your wound is healing." Feng Ruoli was still worried about her poison, when she felt a coolness on her chest, her clothes had been untied, and Gong Fanmo's hand was coming towards her chest.
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Feng Ruoli's face instantly turned red, and she slapped Gong Fanmo in the direction of Gong Fanmo. Gong Fanmo didn't expect that this little girl would make such a quick move, and she almost couldn't avoid it.
"Little girl, is this your attitude towards your benefactor?" Gong Fanmo put away his fan, grabbed Feng Ruoli's wrist, and then made a fist with his other hand.
Gong Fanmo had no choice but to use the trick just now to confine Feng Ruoli in his arms obediently, and then openly observed the wound on her chest.
Feng Ruoli couldn't resist, so she could only yell angrily: "Gong Fanmo, you bastard, you don't even let a little girl go? It's so abominable, let me go!"
Gong Fanmo laughed even more when he heard what she said. He simply picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He said with a smile: "Little girl, do you think I want to be scornful of you?"
Then, he stood up and arranged Feng Ruoli's clothes, raised the corners of his lips, and said something that almost made Feng Ruoli vomit blood: "You have a beautiful idea, but I don't have feelings for you."
What Gong Fanmo said was straightforward enough. I didn't feel it! What a beautiful thought? Does it mean that she doesn't deserve to be frivolous by him? Does he disdain? It's so disgusting! She, Feng Ruoli, has never been hit like this before.
Feng Ruoli stood up suddenly, and just when she was about to catch Gong Fanmo and beat her up, she suddenly felt her chest stagnant, and something wanted to spurt out, but Feng Ruoli stopped her firmly.
Gong Fanmo shook his head, stepped forward to support Feng Ruoli, tapped some of her acupuncture points, and took out a white pill for her to take. "I made you disobedient, now you know how powerful it is!"
If you move or yell any more, you will probably vomit blood and die."