Chapter 126: Violently Beating Lin Zhi Jing

Feeling Lin Zhi Jing washing her body, Ye Xi'an felt a bit embarrassed, but she was so exhausted she couldn't open her eyes, her limbs and waist sore to the point of unbearable, so she could only keep her eyes closed and let Lin Zhi Jing do as he pleased.

"Lin Zhi Jing."

The half-dead Ye Xi'an suddenly shouted.

Lin Zhi Jing heard Ye Xi'an call him, immediately stopped the wiping motion in his hand, but the corners of his mouth remained upturned; he knelt on the bed with a smile, palms supporting his chin, his phoenix eyes deeply gazing at Ye Xi'an, speaking words gentle enough to wring water out: "What's wrong?"

Ye Xi'an opened her eyes, wearily looking at Lin Zhi Jing: "I suddenly thought of a question."

"Go on," Lin Zhi Jing said sweetly, thinking Ye Xi'an wanted to say sweet nothings to him.

"If I don't mate with you, will you really die?"

Lin Zhi Jing's heart skipped a beat; of course he wouldn't die—he's been an adult for fifty years, and he goes into heat every year; if not mating during heat meant death, he would have died fifty years ago.

Before meeting Ye Xi'an, when his heat came, he would soak himself in cold water and inject two doses of suppressant; although it was painful, it wasn't fatal.

He only said he would die to make Ye Xi'an soften up.

Lin Zhi Jing stammered, his expression becoming unnatural: "Well, how about I get you something to eat first? You must be hungry."

As he spoke, Lin Zhi Jing didn't dare lie beside Ye Xi'an anymore; he got up to slip away, but Ye Xi'an quickly grabbed his wrist: "Where are you running off to?"

Ye Xi'an lowered her gaze, following their joined hands upward until she fixed her eyes on Lin Zhi Jing's face.

Their eyes met; her usually cute eyes overflowed with resentment, as if darkened, making Lin Zhi Jing feel uneasy inside.

"Speak."

Lin Zhi Jing pressed his thin lips together, his unchanging emotion now like an ECG, beginning to beep with danger warnings.

His prominent Adam's apple rolled up and down twice tightly, his voice strained thin by emotion: "I won't die, but I'll feel awful."

"Wife, you surely wouldn't bear to let me suffer like this, would you?"

He timely showed a vulnerable expression, trying to garner Ye Xi'an's sympathy.

But Ye Xi'an, experiencing her first seven-day heat, could hardly be swayed by such fragility; she let out a light scoff.

Her calm face instantly shifted to ruthless and cold, she loudly rebuked Lin Zhi Jing's beastly behavior: "I knew it! Lin Zhi Jing, you dare lie to me—I'll kill you!"

Ye Xi'an sprang up from the bed, clenched her teeth, grabbed the down-filled pillow and slammed it at Lin Zhi Jing.

The soft pillow repeatedly struck Lin Zhi Jing's head, features, front chest and back, producing a thumping sound.

However, this pain to Lin Zhi Jing was practically nothing.

Yet Lin Zhi Jing kept dodging; for some unknown reason, although his body didn't hurt, he inexplicably felt fear of Ye Xi'an's attacks, different from the fear he felt when facing death.

Later Lin Zhi Jing would realize this fear was the oppression from his wife.

"Lin Zhi Jing, die!"

"Wife, I was wrong!"

The aloof Doctor Lin, hit by Ye Xi'an's pillow, clutched his head and crouched on the ground; this huge noise quickly drew several people outside.

"Lin Zhi Jing!"

Outside the door came Ji Jiangci's muffled voice, but inside the battle was fierce; Ye Xi'an insisted on venting her resentment before stopping, so Ji Jiangci knocked for nearly ten minutes, yet no one came to open the door.

"Ji-ge, is the wife okay in there?" Yi Yang pressed his ear to the door, hearing the clattering inside and feeling very anxious.

Bo Jing also furrowed his brows, his nervous tension like a taut string; his hand had already gripped the door handle, hovering countless times on the edge of barging in.

A faint explosion sound came; the string in Bo Jing's mind snapped completely.

"Let him die!" Even if Ye Xi'an later blamed him for disturbing her, he would not regret it.

Bo Jing shouldered the door, and as he turned the handle and entered, the scene inside left him dazed; the words he wanted to scold Lin Zhi Jing with got stuck in his eyes.

Inside, Lin Zhi Jing, wearing only black briefs, half-kneeled on the ground, miserably clutching his head with both hands to dodge Ye Xi'an's pillow assault.

Meanwhile Ye Xi'an, looking like she'd gone mad, wearing only a lace nightgown, stood on the bed and repeatedly swung the pillow down to pummel Lin Zhi Jing.

But the pillow, due to the tremendous force, had its wiring blown; pure white feathers floated everywhere in the space, and the earlier explosion sound was likely from this pillow bursting.

Following Bo Jing inside, Yi Yang and Ji Jiangci also saw the scene; Ji Jiangci was merely surprised, while Yi Yang was shocked enough to form an "O" with his mouth.

"Bo-ge, what is the wife doing?"

Bo Jing looked at the mighty Ye Xi'an, raised his eyebrows, then turned on the Light Brain and activated the recording function.

Having finally seen Lin Zhi Jing in such a sorry state, of course he wanted to record it to watch daily for pleasure.

Ye Xi'an fought for a while, finally not angry; she gasped, tossed the pillow aside, and sat down on the bed, deflated.

The three who hadn't stopped Ye Xi'an finally reacted, rushing forward to eagerly surround her, rubbing her shoulders and pounding her legs, fearing she might also lash out at them.

"Wife, I'm not angry; let me rub your shoulders." Yi Yang smiled obsequiously, his mouth nearly bending to the back of his head.

Ye Xi'an said hypocritically: "I'm not angry at all."

After saying that, seeing Lin Zhi Jing still kneeling with his head in his hands, she flared up again: "What are you still kneeling there for? Get up!"

Lin Zhi Jing hastily scrambled up, standing straight like a soldier before Ye Xi'an, biting his lip, feeling utterly wronged.

Which male in heat gets beaten up by his wife? Only him.

"You're still feeling wronged?"

"No, no." Lin Zhi Jing put away his aggrieved face, making excuses that he wasn't wronged at all: "Wife hit me right, wife hit me well!"

"Pfft!"

Bo Jing, who was rubbing Ye Xi'an's legs, couldn't help laughing: "Lin Zhi Jing, Lin Zhi Jing, do you still remember your persona?"

The higher you pretend, the harder you fall.

He even deliberately provoked, asking Ye Xi'an: "An'an, what did Doctor Lin do to make you so angry?"

Upon hearing Bo Jing call him Doctor Lin, Lin Zhi Jing knew it wasn't good; he narrowed his eyes, glaring at Bo Jing's back, it seemed his warning had been useless.

"I don't want to say." Ye Xi'an turned her head away, not wanting to tell them that her mating with Lin Zhi Jing was due to his deceit.

"Fine, An'an doesn't want to say, then she won't; Doctor Lin really is something—An'an you're so good, yet he makes you this angry; I definitely wouldn't do that."