"How could I know why you're running away? In short, I will not talk nonsense with you鈥攕hould you have medicine in your car? Bring it to me then we are done. I won't call the police!"

Emma Jones no longer wasted her breath, cutting the subject straight.

Unexpectedly, though this man looked cold and honorable, she was not afraid of him.

Aaron Black's deep and charming eyes glanced over Emma Jones's slender white legs again, then turned around, and the tall, slender figure got into the car...

Emma Jones was a little dumbfounded.

Turning around like this, wouldn't he...really want to escape?

Just when she wanted to shout and stop him, she found the man got out of the luxury car and held a spare medicine-kit in his hand.

The man's tall and thin figure moved to her side.

Squatting down, handing Emma Jones the black umbrella in his hand, he said, "Hold it. I'll apply medicine to your wound!"

The cold magnetic sound was with an unquestionable intonation.

It was dominating, strong, but not offensive.

Emma Jones pouted. This time she didn't yell to the man again. She obediently took the black umbrella and held it over their heads, blocking the rain curtain.

Aaron Black didn't look at Emma Jones anymore but lowered his head to open the medicine-kit, and concentrated on stopping her would from bleeding, applying for medicine, and bandaging her knee...

The man was extremely skilled in this series of moves as if he had done this many times.

Emma Jones couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

The man's profile was like a perfect work carved by god. The lines were firm but not without softness, and they were breathtakingly beautiful.

His drooping eyelashes were black, dense and long, and his eyes were now focusing on the wound on her leg...

His slender fingers were so flexible that it looked like he was not bandaging the wound but was playing beautiful music on black and white steel keys.

It's so beautiful!

Fortunately, she was not a teenage girl who would become mad in front of handsome men. If her best friend Daisy Dean had been here, she would have been totally lost because of this handsome and mature man.

"Hey...do it lightly, lightly..."

Aaron Black suddenly exerted force in bandaging, so she gritted her teeth and inhaled.

A pair of eyes had already been red, and at this time it became watery, accompanied by that delicate white face, with a sympathetic expression.

However, the man was unmoved, "You would not stop bleeding if I did it lightly."

The slender fingertips were flying like rain. He looked elegant and focused, as if he had not been bandaging, but taking care of precious artwork.

Emma Jones watched the man flipping his fingers and followed the speed and rhythm of his fingertips in a trance.

She never knew that a man's bandaging action could look so good.

The scene was like a frame of oil painting with heavy ink, by which she was unconsciously attracted, and it was difficult to look away.

Aaron Black glanced up at her, "Also, remind you, don't scream in such a way in ears of strange men. It's easy to make the man think you are seducing him."

The man's sly words made Emma Jones come back to her senses, and she could not help but twitch her lips, "I was crying, how could that be seducing? I think you have watched too much porn..."

Otherwise, it was clearly a painful cry, and how could he hear the enchantment from that?

He was so obscene.

It was a shame for her to think he was elegant and good-looking just now. She must have been possessed.

Aaron Black's eyes showed a hint of fun, "You know so much about it, it seems that you have watched not only a little of those movies."

Emma Jones was speechless for a while and clearly showed angry on her face. "When did I watch them? I have never watched even one!"

After that, she was depressed again.

In the wild countryside on this rainy day, her brain must have been damaged by the rain before talking to a strange man about the problem of watching pornography.

Putting aside her lips, Emma Jones shifted the topic, "You are very skilled at dressing the wound, are you a surgeon?"

"No."

Aaron Black didn't slow down his hand movements when answering her, and he quickly treated her wound. At last, his slender palm patted on her slender calf and showed a kind of unwilling to leave, or nostalgic...

"Done. You can leave now." He said.

The long, slender palm seemed to have been electrified, and Emma Jones took a tremor.

Her light and thin skin swelled with goosebumps.

Emma Jones raised her eyes and stared at the culprit with suspicion and alertness.

"You look so well-dressed, however, unexpectedly, you are just a costumed beast."

She dared to say that this guy's pat just now must have been intentional.

It was definitely taking advantage of her, wasn't it?

The man suddenly reached out his finger and raised her chin, and his cold lips slightly tickled, "Relax, you are safe. Even if I am a beast, I am not interested in the flat chest."

The dark, enchanting pupils stared straight at her, but his expression was inscrutable.

Emma Jones patted the man's hand away with a snap and squinted at him furiously: "You should go to the ophthalmology. I'm 32C, thank you."

After that, her bright eyes swept across the man like X-rays, and she added maliciously: "The diameter is 1.8, go home and cry!"

"Oh..." The man chuckled suddenly and looked at her with interest: "The provocation will not work. In fact, if you want to touch me, you can just speak straight. Since you are wounded, it is not impossible for me to allow you, as long as ... "

His tone with cold charm turned quietly and became dangerous and harsh.

Emma Jones's face turned red, either because of anger or shame.

She pointed at that handsome face and her fingers kept trembling and shaking. After a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Go away. Whoever wants to touch will get sick, thus not me."

She was obviously angry, but because of the hysterical vent before in front of her mother's tombstone, her voice was a little hoarse.

Thus, she sounded so inferior!

The smile on Aaron Black's lips suddenly deepened.

His glamorous charming pupils at this moment were so dark and without any light, like a deep pond without a bottom, which seemed to be able to drown people.

"Little girl, you are interesting!" This trip to the Z country really did not disappoint him.

Her soft touch and temperature seemed still linger on his slender fingertips, like a light feather brushing his icy heart, hooking out the softness that was abandoned in the deepest part of the heart.

Since he came back alive from that nightmarish hell torture, his heart had become as firm as a rock.

Except for his younger brother, Ben, for so many years she was the first person he touched from his initiative and he did not repel after that.

That's right, he hated physical contact and hated touching anyone.

He had received psychotherapy, and even the hypnosis of the world's most famous hypnotist turned out to be useless.

But this cute, enraged girl in front of him could make him do it all easily ...

He would own her, at all costs...

Emma Jones shuddered by his gaze.

She somehow felt that this man was a bit dangerous.

This time, Emma Jones did not answer.

She stood up, propped up the bicycle lying on the side of the road, lifted her leg and got on the bike, pedaling it with the man's umbrella, leaving coolly...

Hum, it's not that easy to make fun of her. She took his umbrella and that asshole would be soaked!

At this moment Emma Jones was clearly too upset to be sensible.

She simply ignored the black limited-edition Aston Martin that the man stopped in the road.

She also didn't notice that her ID, which was in her wallet previously, was left on the ground...

Aaron Black stooped, picked up the ID card, and glanced at it with his dark eyes. His sight seemed to be casual, but mysterious.

"Emma Jones, 20 years old. She is really a little girl."

The slender fingers held the ID card and then put it into the pocket of his wallet.

Aaron Black took a glance at the direction where Emma Jones left, then got into the car, started the engine, and went away.