C32 Like a Pig's Head

Lang Yan's face turned cold, he rushed forward and started to fight with Hee Zhuolun.

In the darkness, your punches and kicks were extremely fierce. Each of you used all your strength to attack the other party. In the end, you received several punches on your body and face, causing you to gasp in pain.

The two quickly separated, panting heavily.

Hee Zhuolun couldn't help but shake his hands that were in so much pain. He didn't think that this man who looked like he lived like a prince would have such amazing kung fu, like a well-trained special forces soldier. His fists were so hard that they could kill a person with one punch.

Lang Yan hurriedly rubbed his aching arm.

He had investigated Hee Zhuolun before, so he obviously knew that Hee Zhuolun had trained before, but he didn't know how strong he would be. He thought Hee Zhuolun had only learnt some defensive skills, otherwise, there wouldn't be so many bodyguards protecting him.

However, this was not the case. The other side was not just for show, so there was no way to win against them if they continued to fight.

Suddenly, he threw himself onto Hee Zhuolun's body, and fiercely threw himself onto the bed. After that, his four feet wrapped around Hee Zhuolun's body, and he closed his eyes: "Sleep."

Then, he started snoring.

"…" Hee Zhuolun pushed him: "Get up."

As if Lang Yan was really asleep, he laid on his body without moving an inch.

"How am I going to sleep if you press on me like this?"

Lang Yan finally moved his body, and half pressed down on Hee Zhuolun.

Hee Zhuolun immediately pushed Lang Yan away and sat up, he took out some medicine from the bedside table and applied it to the place of pain: "Do you want to apply the medicine?"

He knew how heavy his attacks were. If it were any other ordinary person, they would have long since been beaten to the ground by him.

Lang Yan immediately rested his head on Hee Zhuolun's thigh, indicating that he wanted him to apply the medicine for him.

"…" Hee Zhuolun discovered that this person was normally like a gentleman. He was extremely courteous and well-mannered, but he was not one bit inferior to a rogue.

He turned on the bedside lamp, causing Lang Yan to be unaccustomed to the light. He narrowed his eyes, and when he saw Hee Zhuolun, who looked like a big flowery cat, he laughed out loud. "Your face, is like a pig's head.

He quickly covered the corner of his mouth that had been broken, but when he saw how Hee Zhuolun's handsome face was beaten black and blue by him, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Like a pig's head?" Hee Zhuolun squinted his eyes.

No one knew who it was that had beaten his face to death just now, but they were jealous that his face was better than his.

Hee Zhuolun poured the medicine on his finger, then pressed it to the corner of his mouth and strongly smeared it.

Lang Yan was in so much pain that he almost cried. "Hee Zhuolun, you want to kill your husband?"

"Hmm? Your husband? " Hee Zhuolun used even more strength: "Husband, are you comfortable?"

Lang Yan realized that the more he behaved as if the pain was severe, the harder he used his strength.

"Oh, it's so comfortable, my dear, just a little harder, yes, that's it, ah, oh, uh, just a little harder, my dear, ah!"

The corner of Hee Zhuolun's mouth twitched a little. He quickly pushed Lang Yan away and turned off the light to sleep.

Lang Yan did not disturb him again and picked up the blanket from the ground and laid back on the bed. Because of the fight just now, he was so tired that he quickly fell asleep.