If Ye Fengwu could step forward and take a look at Luo Yihuaung's face, he would find that her snow-white skin was already covered in sweat, and her brows were tightly knitted.
Hmm!
Suddenly, Luo Yihuaung's legs went soft, and she kneeled directly on the ground.
Seeing this, Ye Fengwu frowned and reluctantly hummed, "How troublesome."
In fact, Ye Fengwu had expected that the woman would not be able to hold on for long, only because of the seven or eight centimeter high heels on her feet.
There were bean-sized beads of sweat on Luo Yihuaung's face. She looked back and glared at Ye Fengwu, "Did you plan for the hostage not being able to walk in your scheme?"
Ye Fengwu stepped forward and said, "If we can't find a car or motel before dark, what you'll be facing won't just be tiredness, but also hunger and cold."
Luo Yihuaung gritted her teeth and snorted, "I'm already very hungry and thirsty now."
Luo Yihuaung was a smart woman. She never let herself be at a disadvantage, even as a hostage. She was just as calm and composed.
But this guy seemed intent on wearing down her willpower. The physical fatigue and hunger had gradually worn away Luo Yihuaung's initial composure.
Ye Fengwu's face still had that faint, amused smile. Even if this woman wanted to appeal for sympathy, she was still so cold and stubborn, which was rather cute.
Seeing the amused smile on Ye Fengwu's face, Luo Yihuaung wished she could kill this guy.
Ye Fengwu lit a cigarette for himself and smiled again, "If we can't find a car, you'll starve to death."
Although Ye Fengwu looked nonchalant, he was cursing inwardly. Why was there not even a single car in this damn place? And the terrain only got more barren as they went further.
Looking around, apart from the winding highway, there was only the vast loess.
What was even more pathetic was that his phone had died an hour ago.
Luo Yihuaung had walked for over two hours in high heels. She was not only extremely tired now, but also famished. What was worse, her feet could no longer support her.
Seeing Luo Yihuaung sitting on the ground massaging her ankles without saying a word, Ye Fengwu's brows knotted up immediately.
Then, he suddenly squatted down to grab Luo Yihuaung's right foot.
Seeing this, Luo Yihuaung quickly retracted her leg and yelled angrily, "What are you doing?"
Ye Fengwu snorted, "Let me take a look."
Then he forcibly grabbed Luo Yihuaung's feet. Luo Yihuaung was furious and tried to kick Ye Fengwu away, but Ye Fengwu directly took off her high heels.
Ah!
Luo Yihuaung cried out in pain, feeling as if her feet were being pricked by needles.
In an instant, Ye Fengwu's brows knitted up. He saw that the pair of fair feet were now covered in blisters, some of which had even broken and were bleeding.
Luo Yihuaung had very beautiful feet, exquisite and delicate. Her neatly trimmed nails were painted purple.
This also showed that even the noblest woman had her own vanity and obsession with beauty.
Luo Yihuaung clenched her teeth tightly. This was the first time a man had touched her feet. Apart from the shame, she felt even more anger.
When she wanted to push Ye Fengwu away, she suddenly felt that the big hands holding her feet were exceptionally gentle.
But soon after, Ye Fengwu said something that made Luo Yihuaung want to kill him.
"Not even wearing socks, it stinks." Ye Fengwu muttered as he carefully peeled off the broken and bleeding skin.
Ye Fengwu's actions were gentle, but still, Luo Yihuaung frowned in pain.
Of course Luo Yihuaung's feet did not stink at all, and even had a faint fragrance.
Next, Ye Fengwu took out a lighter and held a needle in the flame for a few seconds to sterilize it.
Luo Yihuaung watched Ye Fengwu's every move, knowing that he was going to help prick those big blisters for her. She could hardly imagine that a ruthless killer would spend time helping prick blisters for a hostage.
Hmm!
But soon after, Luo Yihuaung's gaze froze, because she found the needle Ye Fengwu was using to prick her blisters looked familiar.
When Luo Yihuaung's eyes fell upon the front of her clothes, her beautiful eyes instantly filled with more anger, because that needle was clearly the brooch that had been pinned to her chest earlier. That bastard, when did he take it?
Ye Fengwu very gently pricked each big blister and then gently squeezed out the fluid inside.
After over ten minutes, Ye Fengwu finally raised his head and heaved a sigh of relief, "Finally done. This brooch really helped a lot."
As he spoke, Ye Fengwu shamelessly held out the brooch to Luo Yihuaung.
Luo Yihuaung was so angry her teeth hurt, but her arrogance and upbringing prevented her from bursting into curses. Instead, she coldly gazed at Ye Fengwu and said, "Why don't you just kill me."
Ye Fengwu put away the brooch and smiled lightly, "Dead people aren't worth money..."
"I can't walk anymore anyway." Luo Yihuaung turned her face away.
Ye Fengwu's expression darkened and he snorted, "Do you still not know you're a hostage?"
But faced with Ye Fengwu's words, Luo Yihuaung didn't even turn her head.
Seeing this, Ye Fengwu gritted his teeth and said, "Spoiled brat."
After speaking, he suddenly grabbed Luo Yihuaung's arm. Luo Yihuaung yelped in shock, and before she could react, she saw that Ye Fengwu had already hoisted her onto his back.
Feeling those sturdy, broad shoulders and his thick masculine scent, Luo Yihuaung yelled angrily, "Put me down, I can walk myself!"
"You're only willing to walk now? Too late. I don't want to still be unable to get a drink of water when it turns dark."
As he spoke, Ye Fengwu stooped to pick up Luo Yihuaung's high heels in his hand too.
"Put me down, I don't need you to carry me." Luo Yihuaung struggled with all her might.
Gradually, impatience surfaced in Ye Fengwu's eyes. Then he backhandedly slapped Luo Yihuaung's bottom.
This slap instantly silenced Luo Yihuaung. At the same time, Luo Yihuaung's flawless face turned as red as a ripe apple, perhaps from embarrassment, but more likely from anger.
"This trick really never fails against arrogant women. Feel free to not cooperate, I'd be happy to discipline you like this." Sensing the silence behind him, Ye Fengwu smiled amusedly.
Luo Yihuaung's expression was extremely cold. She coldly snorted, "You'd better not let me leave alive."
Ye Fengwu was completely unfazed and said, "If you're not confident, then face reality. I can do anything to you anytime. They want you alive, and don't care if you're intact or not."
Hearing this, Luo Yihuaung's brows knotted up tightly again.
Time passed second by second. Luo Yihuaung really was exhausted and parched. Unknowingly, she had fallen asleep on Ye Fengwu's back.
Luo Yihuaung didn't know how long she had slept for when the noisy sounds stirred her blurry eyes open again.
She was still lying on Ye Fengwu's back.
"I thought you'd sleep until we reached Haihua City!" Ye Fengwu's irritated voice came from below.
Luo Yihuaung ignored Ye Fengwu. Lifting her eyes, she saw a large, dilapidated billboard not far away. It advertised tire repairs, gas, lodging, and meals.
Seeing this, Luo Yihuaung's eyes lit up. Glancing at her wristwatch, she realized it was already eight o'clock at night. She had actually slept on Ye Fengwu's back for nearly three hours.
Inevitably, Luo Yihuaung's eyes filled with complicated emotions. This guy...had actually carried her for three hours straight. What astounding stamina.
But what Luo Yihuaung felt even more was another implication - apart from being crude and annoying, this guy didn't seem to have harmed her at all.
However, Luo Yihuaung's complicated gaze soon turned frosty again. Perhaps this guy was doing it for the billion dollar ransom.
Approaching the billboard, they finally saw a very spacious scrap yard filled with piles of junked cars. Broken tires were also scattered all over the ground.
The only thing worth celebrating was that row of houses with lights on.
After entering the grocery store, I saw a car inside changing its tires.
A man cursed: "Boss, I'm here to get a flat fixed, didn't say I wanted new tires. This is a scam!"
Right after, an extremely slovenly fat man stood up, threw his wrench on the ground, spat, and grunted: "Tires are changed, not fixed. No fixing, get lost."