He frowned slightly. "Is your phone broken?"
"Yes." Ling Jue nodded. She felt a little sorry, but she did not know what to feel sorry for...
Feng Yulin's gaze swept across Ling Jue's body. He was wearing a white shirt, and no wounds could be seen on his body. Other than his pale face, everything else was normal.
His heart relaxed a little. He walked over and patted Ling Jue's head. "Does it hurt?"
Ling Jue looked up at him. His eyes were as deep as the sea of stars, and her figure was reflected in them.
"It doesn't hurt."
"Do you want revenge?" Feng Yulin's lips curled into a smile.
Ling Jue moved her lips. "Yes, but this is my business." After that, she looked up at Feng Yulin. "So, please mind your own business, Master Feng."
Just like last time, when she wanted to kill Hei Gang, Feng Yulin had already taken care of it for her.
She went over to kill someone in high spirits, but that person did not resist. He apologized to her respectfully, but it was meaningless just thinking about it.
The corners of Feng Yulin's eyes lifted slightly, and his gaze became more doting. "Alright, but I'll pass you a gun, Lord Jue. Why don't you bring your little brother along?"
He leaned forward and pressed him between himself and the bed with a smirk on his face.
Ling Jue chuckled and pushed him away. "There's no need. I can handle it myself."
"Then remember to bring me along next time Lord Jue causes trouble." Feng Yulin chuckled and pinched his face. "In the future, remember to give me a call."
"How dare you pinch my face? Do you want to be whipped?" Ling Jue slapped his hand away and rolled her eyes at him. "Also, Master Feng, you definitely don't have any common sense. If you make a phone call in the forest in the middle of a thunderstorm, you'll be struck by lightning."
Feng Yulin's lips curled into a smile. "If you didn't make a phone call, you'd be struck by lightning as well."
"..." Master Feng was not cute at all.
He saw that Ling Jue was at a loss for words. His red lips were close to his ear, and his voice was magnetic and gentle. "Alright, have a good rest. I'll get Qi An to bring you some food later."
After saying that, he changed his tone again. It was as heavy as a cello, and there was a hint of teasing in it. "Stay in the bedroom tonight. Don't run around. If you want revenge, wait until tomorrow night when the wind is high..."
His breath was in her ear. Ling Jue felt that he was teasing her.
She pushed him away, and her voice was a little hoarse. "Alright, I got it. Kneel down, Master Feng."
Feng Yulin reached out and patted his head. "Then, Lord Jue, I'll go back first."
Ling Jue slapped him again and rolled her eyes. "I don't touch my big brother's head often."
Feng Yulin smiled without saying a word. He looked at the phone in the trash can. It seemed like he could re-engrave the words.
Ling Jue saw that he seemed to be thinking about something and could not help but urge him, "Hurry up and leave."
Feng Yulin raised an eyebrow. "I'm really leaving."
"Okay."
"I'm really leaving."
"If you keep nagging, I'll throw the knife your way."
"..."
Feng Yulin opened the door with a smile and left. The moment he left, his face turned dark. He glanced at Mu Chen, who was playing games, and left the dorm.
Qi An saw his master come out and opened the umbrella to cover him.
Feng Yulin pulled the tie on his chest and his voice became gentler. "Go to the canteen and stir-fry some vegetables. Buy some nutritious soup and other food to send to him."
"Yes!" Qi An nodded. He didn't need to tell him who it was.
"Buy more. There's another person in the dormitory." He turned and walked to the corridor next to him. "Here's the umbrella. I'll go to the principal's office first."
"Yes!" Qi An nodded respectfully and walked towards the canteen.