stonecrandall Chapter 57 Intimate Contact
Chapter 57 Intimate Contact
On that dusty country road, a dilapidated, black bicycle sped by like an arrow released from a bow.
Upon reaching him, the cyclist clearly didn't have time to brake. A figure nimbly leaped off the bicycle, and the instant he landed, he moved like lightning, dashing forward in a single stride. Then, he leaped high into the air, using all his strength to deliver a powerful kick straight at Ding Fushan.
The kick was incredibly powerful. Ding Fushan was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, staggering several steps on the ground. He frantically waved his hands in the air, trying to maintain his balance, and almost fell to the ground.
Wu Jie successfully kicked Ding Fushan away, but his bicycle, nicknamed "Black Crow," continued to speed forward due to inertia. The wheels spun rapidly, kicking up a trail of dust, and after traveling another ten meters or so, it finally plunged into a ditch by the roadside.
Zhang Qiaoyun, relieved of her predicament, turned around to see who had come to her rescue. She was surprised to see that it was none other than Wu Jie, riding his "Black Crow." A flicker of delight flashed in her eyes.
Zhang Qiaoyun rushed forward as if grasping at a lifeline, grabbed Wu Jie's arm tightly, and said in a trembling voice due to nervousness and excitement, "Wu Jie, you came just in time. This kid is trying to take advantage of me."
She gripped his hand tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, Wu Jie would disappear.
This was the first time Wu Jie had been so close to Zhang Qiaoyun, and the first time he had felt such physical intimacy with her. He felt a surge of electricity coursing through his body from his arm, a sensation akin to ascending to heaven, sending a tingling sensation through him. He was so comfortable that he almost forgot about Ding Fushan standing not far away.
Seeing that Wu Jie had ruined his plans, Ding Fushan's anger flared up instantly. His eyes widened as he glared at Wu Jie like an enraged bull, roaring through gritted teeth, "Who the hell are you? How dare you meddle in my business! She's not your woman, what kind of hero are you acting like? Mind your own business, or I'll cripple you!"
He clearly didn't recognize Wu Jie; his face flushed red, veins bulged on his forehead, and his fists clenched tightly, making him look like he wanted to devour someone.
Wu Jie was seething with rage! Although Zhang Qiaoyun had never expressed her feelings for him, Wu Jie had long considered her his woman. Hearing Ding Fushan say this, he blurted out almost instinctively without thinking, "She may not be my woman, but she is my favorite woman. Anyone who dares to touch her, I, Wu Jie, will fight them to the death."
His voice was loud and firm, and his eyes revealed a resolute determination without fear.
Wu Jie's words exploded in Zhang Qiaoyun's heart like a bomb. Her eyes widened, staring at Wu Jie in astonishment; she never expected him to say such a thing. She had initially thought Wu Jie was only helping out of brotherly loyalty, but she hadn't expected… Her mind was in chaos, and her heart was pounding like a deer.
Zhang Qiaoyun stared blankly at Wu Jie, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and surprise. She stared directly at him, making him blush and feel extremely uncomfortable. Wu Jie instinctively lowered his head, unable to look Zhang Qiaoyun in the eye.
Just then, Ding Fushan roared like a madman and launched a flying kick straight at Wu Jie's chest. The kick was fierce, accompanied by a whistling sound, as if it would smash Wu Jie into pieces.
Seeing this, Wu Jie didn't have time to think. Instinctively, he took half a step back, assumed a lunge stance, and firmly planted himself on the ground. Then, he wrapped his arms around his chest and precisely caught Ding Fushan's kicking foot. Immediately afterward, he exerted a sudden force and lifted Ding Fushan upward. Ding Fushan immediately lost his balance and fell backward with a thud to the ground.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wu Jie stepped forward and straddled Ding Fushan's hips. Raising his fists high, he unleashed a barrage of punches on Ding Fushan's face and body. His fists rained down, each blow fueled by rage, as he shouted, "You bullied me! You bullied me!"
Alas! Wu Jie was too weak and feeble to ride on Ding Fushan, who was as strong as a wild bull. Ding Fushan mustered all his strength, twisted his waist, and in a few moves, threw Wu Jie off, then took the opportunity to straddle him. He grinned maliciously, raining blows on Wu Jie with his fists, and said viciously, "Damn it! You little brat, you've been meddling in other people's business. Today I'll cripple you."
Wu Jie was pinned beneath Ding Fushan, forced to use his arms to dodge and block the blows while searching for an opportunity to turn the tables. Several bloody marks had appeared on his face, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes remained resolute, showing no fear whatsoever.
Seeing Wu Jie suffer a loss, Zhang Qiaoyun, who was standing to the side, couldn't just stand by and do nothing. She gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes, and rushed over quickly, kicking Ding Fushan squarely in the lower back. She used all her strength in that kick, hoping to knock Ding Fushan off Wu Jie.
Ding Fushan frowned as he was kicked, glanced back at Zhang Qiaoyun, a fierce glint in his eyes, and said viciously, "You dare kick me? You wait until I deal with this little brat, then I'll teach you a lesson. I'll make sure you... you little bastard, and if you don't... make me feel good, I won't let you off the hook." His voice was full of malice and threat, sending chills down one's spine.
Zhang Qiaoyun was no ordinary woman; she wouldn't tolerate such humiliation. Her face flushed red with anger, her eyes practically spitting fire. She launched another kick, aiming straight for Ding Fushan's filthy mouth. This kick, imbued with her fury and humiliation, was powerful and heavy.
The kick struck Ding Fushan in the face with a loud "smack," sending his head snapping to the side. However, he reacted swiftly, grabbing Zhang Qiaoyun's foot in the process.
Seeing this, Wu Jie, who was trapped under Ding Fushan, had a bright idea. He seized the opportunity to exert his strength, bent his leg upwards, and slammed his knee into Ding Fushan's lower back.
At the same time, Zhang Qiaoyun was also struggling to break free from Ding Fushan's grasp. Their combined strength threw Ding Fushan off the ground.
Because Ding Fushan didn't loosen his grip on Zhang Qiaoyun's foot when he was thrown, Zhang Qiaoyun was also pulled down, crying out "Ouch!" as she fell right onto Wu Jie.
Wu Jie was just about to get up, his hand raised in the air, when unexpectedly, he grabbed Zhang Qiaoyun's little white rabbit. In an instant, a feeling like an electric shock spread throughout Wu Jie's body. He felt a "buzz" in his head, his mind went blank, and he had no strength left to get up. His whole body felt like it had been drained of its strength, and he slumped to the ground. His hand, which had been "electrified," was quickly pulled away as if it had been burned. His face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp, more than three layers red.