Chapter 49: Hit Again

"Your Majesty Ye... You damn scoundrel, I'm going to kill you!" Upstairs, seeing her underwear scattered all over the floor by that damn Ye Huang, Qin Yue could no longer remain calm. Her voice was low and heavy with anger as she gritted her teeth and turned to go into the room.

"Beautiful Qin Yue, don't be impulsive, let's talk this out. I swear it was an accident." Seeing Qin Yue suddenly disappear from the window, Ye Huang immediately realized that this girl was probably going to come down for revenge. He hurriedly bent down and started stuffing the colorful items back into the broken bag.

"Damn, I didn't expect that such a big butt on this beautiful Qin Yue would be wearing such small underwear. That figure is truly devilish." As he haphazardly gathered the various lacy undergarments scattered on the floor, Ye Huang felt a sense of elation.

"Scoundrel, look up!"

"What?" Hearing someone call him from above, Ye Huang quickly looked up. At this moment, if he dared to make any uncooperative moves, he would likely be torn apart by the four girls.

"Take this basin of foot-washing water!"

As Qin Yue shouted, Ye Huang looked up and saw her lifting a basin of water and pouring it down.

"No!"

Seeing the foot-washing water pouring down, Ye Huang could only let out a helpless scream. Then, with a "splash," Ye Huang, standing in place, was drenched like a drowned rat.

On the spot, Ye Huang's face was miserable as he spat out the water in his mouth, wiped his face, and looked at the four girls on the windowsill, who were laughing uncontrollably. He felt extremely aggrieved.

"Damn, if your bag wasn't sturdy, why is it my problem? Who did I offend?" At this moment, even though Ye Huang felt a great sense of injustice, he couldn't say anything when he saw the four girls above.

"Hmph! Scoundrel, for bullying me, if you cause trouble again, I'll really pour foot-washing water on you."

After laughing enough, Qin Yue stood on the balcony, looking down at the miserable Ye Huang. She felt somewhat relieved and pouted, saying, "It's not foot-washing water? Hehe, I said it didn't smell."

Hearing this, Ye Huang was delighted and stood there grinning like a wooden stake. Many passing girls couldn't help but laugh at Ye Huang's silly appearance.

However, just as Ye Huang was enjoying himself, tragedy struck again.

A pot of begonia on the balcony of Qin Yue's dormitory, after being touched by Qin Yue, lost its support and fell down. By the time the four girls noticed, it was too late.

"Ah, danger! Scoundrel, get out of the way!" Seeing the flower pot falling directly towards Ye Huang's back, Qin Yue's voice became tense.

This is a ceramic flower pot. If it hits someone, it could cause a head injury and blood to splatter.

"What now, Miss?" Speaking slowly, Ye Huang lifted his head again. Before he could react, he saw a dark object falling directly towards his face.

With a "clunk," the ceramic flower pot shattered into several pieces on the ground, and the begonia, along with the soil, splattered onto Ye Huang's face like the Welcoming Pine of Mount Huang.

"Damn, why did I get hit again..." Muttering to himself, Ye Huang swayed and fell into the grass, lying there motionless.

"It's over! Someone's dead!" Seeing Ye Huang stand for a few seconds before finally collapsing, the four girls on the balcony couldn't stay there any longer.

They rushed down the stairs like cats with their tails stepped on.

"Scoundrel, are you okay? Don't scare us..." Qin Yue, who was in the lead, quickly picked up the unconscious Ye Huang, her face filled with worry.

Although she was very angry with this scoundrel, she only wanted to teach him a lesson. She didn't expect this to happen.

In fact, Qin Yue was already quite panicked. She held Ye Huang, her face filled with guilt and self-reproach.

"Wow... is he really dead? This scoundrel can't be dead, can he?" Xiao Lin, who was behind, added fuel to the fire, cursing. According to her understanding of this scoundrel, a guy who could take down a group of people wouldn't be taken down by a flower pot.

"Lingling, at this moment, why are you still making jokes? Quickly check on Brother Ye." Xiao Lin's words immediately drew the ire of Luo Yumo, who was full of concern. She pouted and scolded the other girl.

Xie Chenshen, standing beside her, didn't say anything, but her usually calm and emotionless face was now filled with worry.

Not long ago, she and Qin Yue had heard about someone being killed by a flower pot falling from the second floor.

This time, Ye Huang was hit by a flower pot from the fourth floor, right in the face. It was a bad omen.

"Ha! I don't believe this scoundrel is so fragile. Don't forget, he can take down a group of people. It would be ridiculous if a flower pot could kill him."

Luo Yumo and Xie Chenshen were anxious, but Xiao Lin didn't pay much attention. She looked at the lying Ye Huang and said coldly.

"Hehe! This girl knows me pretty well. I should get closer to her next time." Ye Huang, pretending to be unconscious in Qin Yue's arms, thought to himself. But at this moment, his head was resting on Qin Yue's soft and comfortable bosom, and he was feeling very comfortable. He kicked his legs a few times.

"Look, you said it wasn't serious, but he's convulsing again. This time, he must have been hit badly. Even if Brother Ye is strong, he can't catch something falling from the fourth floor. His head isn't made of iron. Let's take Brother Ye to the hospital quickly."

"Okay, Yumo, call 120. This scoundrel really should have known to dodge."

Feeling that Ye Huang was still breathing, Qin Yue felt somewhat relieved. She instructed Luo Yumo to call 120 and continued to hold Ye Huang's head.

She had heard that being hit on the head by something could cause internal bleeding, and one of the best ways to treat it was to keep the person from lying down.

"I wanted to dodge, but when you shouted, the flower pot was already right in front of me. How could I dodge? Besides, if I had more luck, I wouldn't be in this situation."

In Qin Yue's arms, Ye Huang lightly sniffed the beautiful woman's alluring scent and looked at the soft, white breasts in front of him, feeling very content.

"Okay, Sister Yue, I'll call 120." Saying this, Luo Yumo took out her phone and prepared to call 120.