Chapter 343: Chapter 343 She’s not willing
(Chapter Seven, today’s updates end here, we will continue with multiple chapters tomorrow.)

Although many men like to go shirtless in the summer and Ouyang Feifei has seen men’s upper bodies before, she couldn’t help but blush and her heartbeat quickened when seeing Luo Ziling’s body from such a close distance.

Luo Ziling’s upper body was very strong, much more so than the average man, and his bulging muscles amply demonstrated the power in his physique. Coupled with the proximity, after taking off his clothes, the intoxicating masculine scent emanating from Luo Ziling made her heart race.

So much so that when Luo Ziling took off his clothes and let her inspect his wounds, she was momentarily at a loss for reaction.

Seeing Ouyang Feifei’s reaction, Luo Ziling felt a mischievous sense of triumph, almost unable to hold back a laugh.

Ouyang Feifei’s temperament was, after all, not that of an ordinary person, and she quickly composed herself. She looked closely once more at the scars on Luo Ziling’s back and even touched them with her hand.

“If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would really find it hard to believe that your wounds could heal so quickly,” Ouyang Feifei sighed softly, “It’s truly miraculous.”

The two scars had healed considerably, with only a dark red scar remaining, which was not very wide.

After looking at the scar for a while and taking a couple of photos, Ouyang Feifei couldn’t help but let her eyes fall again on Luo Ziling’s bulging muscles.

The subconscious action made her heart and breathing speed up once more. Some things that were hidden deep down, things she was reluctant to touch upon, such as intimate relations between men and women, involuntarily rose to the forefront of her mind. Fortunately, Luo Ziling was standing with his back to her, unable to see her flustered state.

“How deep did they go?” she managed to adjust her breathing and emotions and then asked another question.

“They must have been two or three centimeters deep,” Luo Ziling replied as he turned around, picked up his clothes put to one side, and put them on.

His movements were quick, and Ouyang Feifei didn’t immediately react. By the time she came to her senses, Luo Ziling had already dressed and was fastening the buttons. Ouyang Feifei couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed; she wanted to take a few more looks!

“Such a deep wound, and it’s healed this well in just three days?” Ouyang Feifei straightened the hair on her forehead, calming herself down before marveling again, “It’s really miraculous.”

Luo Ziling smiled, and after dressing, sat down on the sofa again. Ouyang Feifei did not return to her own seat but remained standing by Luo Ziling’s side. She made a small request, “Could you give me some of that medicine?”

“Do you often get injured too?” Luo Ziling looked up, overwhelmed by Ouyang Feifei’s gentle, demure gaze, and dropped his eyes again. As he looked down, he saw Ouyang Feifei’s beautiful legs so close to him and couldn’t help but feel the urge to touch them.

“It’s not for me,” Ouyang Feifei shook her head, not moving towards him, “Wang Qing often gets injured, as do the bodyguards around me. Perhaps one day I’ll get injured too.”

“Alright, next time I’ll bring you some, but I don’t carry much with me, and it’s not possible to produce more here, so I can’t give you a lot.”

During the conversation, Luo Ziling inhaled Ouyang Feifei’s intoxicating fragrance, stirring an unusual yearning inside him, a desire for the opposite sex.

He didn’t feel this way when he was with Yang Qingyin, even when kissing her, he hadn’t thought about touching her body anywhere. His emotions with Yang Qingyin were quite pure, rarely thinking about matters between men and women, and he hadn’t even noticed the features of Yang Qingyin’s figure, like her bust or other aspects.

He hadn’t thought about touching any part of her body, except her face.

But standing with Ouyang Feifei now, he felt the impulse to caress her beautiful legs.

Fortunately, Ouyang Feifei eventually walked back to her seat and sat down, removing the temptation and relieving Luo Ziling of some of his conflict.

At that moment, the dinner they ordered arrived.

After Wang Qing helped set the meal, Ouyang Feifei invited Luo Ziling to sit down and eat together.

“Where’s Wang Qing?” Seeing that Wang Qing had walked out after setting the meal, Luo Ziling asked curiously.

“Don’t mind her,” Ouyang Feifei took a bottle of red wine and smiled at Luo Ziling, “Have some wine!”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling didn’t refuse. After sitting down, he asked curiously, “I often see you smile now, why did you always have a stern face before?”

“Really?” Ouyang Feifei, of course, wouldn’t admit that she used to have a poker face, “It was just that I wasn’t familiar with you before.”

“Alright,” Luo Ziling didn’t say much else and focused on eating his dinner.

It was already quite late, and it had long been dark outside. He was very hungry, so he wolfed down his food.

Ouyang Feifei ate with graceful elegance, an elegance that made Luo Ziling feel a bit embarrassed, and eventually, he slowed down his eating pace.

“Was it because of that expression of mine that you ultimately decided to break off the engagement?” Seeing Luo Ziling watching her with slight embarrassment, Ouyang Feifei gently asked.

“Uh,” Luo Ziling hadn’t expected Ouyang Feifei to bring this up and suddenly felt awkward. After thinking for a moment, he replied, “When I went to call off the engagement, I hadn’t even seen you yet!”

After thinking carefully, Ouyang Feifei asked softly, “If you were given the choice again now, would you still call off the engagement?”

“I don’t know,” Luo Ziling answered honestly. After thinking a bit more, he quickly added, “Actually, neither of us wanted to accept an arranged engagement. I think if I had come to propose, you definitely would have refused too, right?”

After contemplating, Ouyang Feifei nodded her head, “That’s very likely.”

“You like to control your own fate, and I feel the same way.”

So, Ouyang Feifei stopped talking.

At that moment, Luo Ziling’s phone rang. It was Chen Wanqing calling, and he stood up to take the call.

“Ziling, are you free to come over for English tutoring today?” Chen Wanqing’s voice was still filled with allure, which could be felt even through the phone.

“I might not have time today, let’s see in a couple of days,” Luo Ziling said apologetically, “Miss Chen, I won’t hide it from you, I’ve been injured these past few days, so it’s a bit inconvenient for me to come over.”

Luo Ziling had only gone for English tutoring one day, and after that, he hadn’t returned, but he hadn’t mentioned his injury.

“Really? How did you get injured?” Chen Wanqing sounded very surprised.

“It’s nothing, just a minor injury; it’ll be better in a couple of days. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I won’t disturb Miss Chen’s celebration. Let’s resume the tutoring after this weekend.”

“Alright,” Chen Wanqing didn’t push any further and hung up after giving a few admonitions.

“The teacher helping you with English tutoring?” Ouyang Feifei asked softly after Luo Ziling sat back down.

“Yes,” Luo Ziling nodded, “I don’t even know who found the tutor for me, I thought it was my mom, but when I asked her, she said she hadn’t looked for one.”

“I spoke with your department head, and it must have been him who helped find one,” Ouyang Feifei admitted straightforwardly, “I asked him to find the best English teacher for you.”

“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble,” Luo Ziling felt a bit touched again.

Ouyang Feifei was indeed treating him quite well.

But why?

They no longer had an engagement, so why did she still treat him so well?

Was it because she couldn’t accept being rejected, or had she developed feelings for him?

Or was it because of Ouyang Lingyun’s instructions?

“The young people of this era should know some English, especially those studying medicine. My grandfather also told me to look after you a bit at school, so I just made some arrangements.” Luo Ziling’s reaction made Ouyang Feifei quite proud.

I’ll just keep treating you this well to see how you’ll respond in the end—this was Ouyang Feifei’s current thought.

She was not willing to give in, nor was she willing to lose to Yang Qingyin.