In December, the biting cold wind pierced through the air.
Dong Enyu rubbed her icy hands together, standing by the car as she exhaled, a thick white mist rising in the air.
Yong Le took off her coat, revealing only a black sweater underneath, which contrasted sharply with her fair skin.
The streetlight illuminated the colorful earrings on her ears, casting a dazzling glow that captivated Dong Enyu.
Yong Le was smiling, and her confidence was both bold and arrogant, making Dong Enyu furrow her brows.
A flame that fierce was alluring, yet also dangerous.
“Damn it! Today, I’m taking you to kneel before Master Ming!” a burly man spat, picking up a baseball bat from the ground and swinging it toward her.
Yong Le sidestepped, and just then, another thug rushed in to throw a punch.
They were skilled, almost surrounding Yong Le simultaneously.
She couldn’t dodge them all and took a solid hit to the stomach.
The man smirked with satisfaction as he landed a blow, but in the next moment, Yong Le seized his wrist, flipping him onto the ground.
There was a loud crack as she dislocated his arm.
“Ah!!” the man screamed, his hands twisted at an odd angle behind his back.
Seeing this, the other men charged forward like rabid dogs, grabbing whatever they could find—some wielded wooden sticks, others baseball bats, all aimed at Yong Le.
She chuckled a few times, not even bothering to pick up a weapon, and faced her opponents barehanded.
With agile movements, she dodged their attacks, delivering a spinning kick that sent one hefty man flying several meters back, crashing into a stack of beer crates.
The man with the wooden stick took advantage of her momentary landing, sweeping at her legs, but Yong Le used his shoulder to leap over him, leaving him swinging at nothing.
The man froze, and Yong Le swiftly snatched the wooden stick from him, striking him hard on the head without hesitation.
Blood gushed out as he trembled and collapsed to the ground.
“All together now!”
In just five minutes, only two bald, muscular men remained standing outside.
One of them shouted, grabbing a bottle to signal the other to join him in attacking Yong Le.
But before he could finish his sentence, Yong Le appeared behind him, grabbing his arm and pinning him to the ground.
“Damn it!” the man grunted, face down in the dirt, struggling to break free from Yong Le’s grip.
Meanwhile, the other bald man picked up a bottle, preparing to smash it over Yong Le’s head.
At the moment of impact, Yong Le pulled away, causing the bald man to hit his own partner instead.
The man on the ground immediately fell silent, covered in shattered glass.
“Damn! Damn!”
The remaining man panicked, grabbing an empty bottle from outside and throwing it at Yong Le.
But she stood her ground, crossing her arms to block it.
The bottle shattered, slicing through her clothes and leaving a deep gash on her arm, blood flowing like her wild hair dancing in the wind, fierce and arrogant.
Yong Le approached the man, grabbing his head with her bare hands and pushing it down.
Dong Enyu thought she was going to force his face into the broken glass on the ground.
But that wasn’t the case.
In the moment of pressure, Yong Le raised her right knee, striking him directly in the temple, producing a sharp crack.
Dong Enyu knew that sound well; it was the sound of a bone breaking, clear and piercing.
Eight minutes passed, and the commotion came to an end.
…Inside the private clinic, the thugs who had been beaten up were all receiving treatment in the emergency room.
Yong Le’s long cut was stitched up by the nurse, and after the bandaging was complete, she sat in the waiting area reading a magazine.
Dong Enyu poured her a cup of warm water, and as soon as she sat down, Yong Le put away the magazine, looking at her with a half-smile.
Dong Enyu furrowed her brows and handed her the cup, urging her to drink first.
“Wait.”
As Yong Le leaned in closer, Dong Enyu quickly pinched her chin.
Bloodstains marred her fair face, and it was unclear whether they were her own or from the man she had just killed.
“I’ll help you clean it off, just don’t move.”
She took out a handkerchief and gently rubbed Yong Le’s cheek.
Her skin was incredibly delicate, smooth and soft to the touch, a stark contrast to her fierce demeanor.
If she could present herself a bit more ladylike, she could easily pass for a wealthy young lady.
“Thank you, babe, you’re so good to me.”
Yong Le smiled brightly, like a child being rewarded.
Seeing this, Dong Enyu’s heart skipped a beat.
What was going on?
Just moments ago, she had witnessed Yong Le ruthlessly break a man’s neck, the sound of bones shattering still fresh in her mind.
That man was likely dead on the spot.
Despite her brutal actions, Yong Le could still smile so easily, leaving Dong Enyu feeling a bit unsettled, though she couldn’t show it.
“Do you have a cigarette?”
Dong Enyu asked, putting away the handkerchief.
Yong Le nodded, pulling out a cigarette and handing it to Dong Enyu, even lighting it for her.
Calm… calm… Dong Enyu took a deep drag of nicotine, the rich smoke instantly waking her up.
“Was it too thrilling for you earlier?”
Yong Le snatched the cigarette from her fingers and took a puff.
“Where did you learn that? How did you get so good?”
Dong Enyu looked at Yong Le in confusion.
From what she had seen, Yong Le’s punches weren’t just random flailing like a street thug; they were calculated and precise.
The speed and power behind her strikes, especially when she broke that man’s neck, couldn’t have come from just a few street fights.
Plus, she had the guts to take on Master Ming’s men.
If she wasn’t a lunatic, she must have some sort of background.
“If I said I learned it from watching movies, would you believe me?”
She bit the cigarette butt and blew a puff of smoke towards Dong Enyu, speaking playfully.
Clearly, she didn’t want to answer Dong Enyu’s question.
So, Dong Enyu changed the subject, pulling Yong Le’s arm to examine the bandaged wound closely.
Although it was wrapped in layers of gauze, dark red blood faintly seeped through, causing her eyelids to flutter.
Yong Le had acted recklessly, using her bare hands to block the flying shards of glass.
If she had cut an artery, a few stitches wouldn’t have been enough to solve the problem.
“You’re very rude,” Dong Enyu remarked, both in her actions and words.
“I call it being straightforward,” Yong Le corrected her with a smile.
Dong Enyu squeezed her arm, lowering her gaze, “Does it hurt?”
“I’m made of flesh, of course it hurts. It’s a deep cut; if I didn’t feel anything, I would be dead,” she replied, extinguishing the cigarette in her hand and allowing Dong Enyu to hold her.
However, her playful demeanor lacked any convincing power, making it seem as if the injury belonged to someone else, not her.
Hearing her mention death made Dong Enyu frown in distaste.
Talking about life and death so casually felt ominous, and for some reason, she felt particularly tired today.
Dong Enyu stood up and glanced at the emergency room.
Yong Le followed suit, resting her chin on Dong Enyu’s shoulder, pressing her warm body against her from behind.
Their intertwined hands had unknowingly become fully clasped.
“What are your plans for tonight?”
Dong Enyu asked softly, so only the two of them could hear.
“Sleep at your place,” Yong Le replied quickly, as if she had already made up her mind.
Dong Enyu didn’t object.
Seeing Yong Le’s injured arm, she decided to drive back to Star Diamond.
It was past three in the morning when they arrived, and only a few younger guys were on duty in the lobby.
They greeted Yong Le politely, as if they all knew her.
Dong Enyu supported her as they walked into the Basement’s Bedroom.
Her door still hadn’t been repaired, so after going downstairs, she instinctively pulled down the iron gate in the stairwell.
It couldn’t be locked, but it provided an extra layer of security.
“Do you want to take a shower?”
Dong Enyu asked casually as she helped Yong Le sit on the edge of the bed.
“Yes,” Yong Le smiled, unbuttoning her jacket, wondering how Dong Enyu would help her wash.
Dong Enyu got up to fill a basin with warm water in the bathroom.
Since Yong Le’s hand was injured, they could only use a washcloth for now.
She quickly grabbed a few towels and carried the basin back into the room.
By then, Yong Le had already stripped her upper body, leaving only her leather pants on.
“Sit there, I’ll wipe you down,” she instructed, guiding Yong Le to sit on a low stool by the bed before wetting the towel.
Yong Le’s skin was exceptionally pale, almost sickly so, which made Dong Enyu feel a bit uncomfortable.
As she wiped Yong Le’s body, she noticed numerous scars on her back, and a long scar on her chest that extended from below her breast to the waistband of her pants.
Although the scar was light in color, its irregular pale gray hue made Dong Enyu’s fingers tremble slightly as she touched it.
…How painful would these injuries be if they were on her own body?
Lost in thought, Dong Enyu felt her wrist being held.
“The water is getting cold,” Yong Le leaned closer, smiling as she spoke.
“Why don’t you get rid of these scars?”
Dong Enyu asked, soaking the towel in the water and wiping Yong Le’s front.
With modern medical surgery, it was easy to fade scars.
Why did Yong Le choose to keep them?
“What’s wrong? Are they ugly?”
Yong Le lowered her gaze and took Dong Enyu’s hand, gently tracing her chest.
“A woman with so many scars might not be appealing to men.”
Dong Enyu felt the warmth radiating from Yong Le’s body through the towel, her breath brushing against Dong Enyu’s cheek, causing her to unconsciously slow down, carefully tracing the scar on her chest that resembled a centipede.
“Do you mind?”
Yong Le blinked, wrapping her arms around Dong Enyu’s neck and asking softly.
Mind?
She didn’t have the right to care, so Dong Enyu simply remained silent.
“If you mind, I’ll get rid of them. If you don’t mind, then I’ll keep them; they look pretty cool.”
Each scar represented an achievement, just like how men would keep their ugly scars as gossip topics over meals.
However, Yong Le kept hers without letting anyone know what they represented, simply for her own appreciation.
“I have no standing to decide such things.”
Dong Enyu pulled Yong Le’s hands away, urging her to take off her pants as well.
“How could you not? I already took you to smash the place up.”
Yong Le casually unbuckled her belt and tossed her leather pants aside, her long legs spreading as she wrapped them around Dong Enyu’s waist.
“Do you want me to work with Han Ge?”
Dong Enyu felt that Yong Le was hinting at something today…
“Do you want to?”
Yong Le replied with a mischievous smile.
Dong Enyu wiped her legs with annoyance before tossing her a warm set of pajamas.
“I don’t like fighting and killing.”
As she lifted the water basin, Dong Enyu answered her.
In response to Yong Le’s probing, she could only hold her ground.
“Alright.”
She shrugged, wrapped her arms around Dong Enyu’s waist, and pulled her in for a deep kiss that lifted her chin.
The suffocating and intense kiss, just as Yong Le had described in the car, involved a flick of the tongue.
After they pulled apart, Dong Enyu blinked with her moist eyes and gently reminded her, “Best friends don’t do this.”
