When Pipi fell, she did not break anything. That was because she happened to fall onto a recliner, which contained a spring.
However, when she began to look up, she saw Helan energetically jumping down after her, and she immediately understood what had happened. Her mind swum with the image of old-fashioned detective films, a vision of her on her bare stomach, spitting blood, her limbs in disarray. She wordlessly thought of the police captain's stupefied description: "A dead female, unmarried, 24 years of age, wearing a uniform..."
She didn't dare to think further. Seeing that Helan was still not standing steadily, without hesitation she flung out a fist in his direction and ferociously punched him in the crotch.
In the face of such pain, he couldn't help but double over and fall heavily to the recliner.
Before he understood what was really happening, Pipi's hands were wrapped tightly around his neck.
Depraved thief, perverted wolf, murderer!
Pipi was internally gnashing her teeth with rage and the force she was using gradually grew. After a certain point, Helan's struggling stopped.
It turned out that rewriting the police report had been quite easy. Not 30 seconds had passed before Pipi had turned from a victim to a murderer.
The moonlight was very bright, the well was very clean, and the person lying on the chair was not ugly. Pipi felt claustrophobic.
After a while, she loosened her grip, her heart still beating quickly. Fearing that Helan would suddenly awaken, she tied his hands carefully with her scarf and knotted it tightly, the gentle moonlight acting as the only witness.
Helan lay motionless. She undid a button on his shirt and pulled it open to reveal his white collarbones. They were thin and delicate, but exuded a uniquely masculine feeling.
She was afraid that if she looked at him again, she wouldn't be able to keep her composure and her curiosity would overwhelm her. Pipi picked up his glasses and took a light breath.
In reality, the eyes of Helan Jing were no different from those of an ordinary person. They were closed and she could not see anything special about them. However, Pipi felt that Helan, without his glasses, held an indescribable charm under the faint moonlight.
He was a gentleman, elegant as jade. And yet, he was a lecherous creep?
Pipi shook her head and let out a sigh, then put her hand to his neck.
He wasn't breathing. There was no pulse.
Suddenly panicking, she bent over his body and put her ear to his chest.
No heartbeat.
In an instant, Pipi had broken into a cold sweat. She'd thought that Helan had just been passed out.
This wasn't possible! This handsome guy couldn't go down that easily, right? She hadn't done anything, just give him a bit of a punch and a kick! What had happened? How had he died!?