My Dangerous Boy's

Part 79 - Someone Want To Shot Shella

"Zavier! Your face is bleeding!" screeched Shella and spontaneously grabbed Zavier's face.

The woman tried to push the chest of Zavier's field restlessly, trying to wake them both up. However, the result is nil.

Shella was beheaded, then widened her eyes as the man seemed to close his eyes for a moment and felt the blood liquid seeping out of the skin until it fell right on her beautiful face. "Zavier! Hey!"

"Before a minute" said Zavier, then moved to kiss the smooth neck belonging to Shella. After that, he opened his eyes and smiled. "I don't feel any pain anymore."

"ZAVIER! Stop kidding," the woman screeched and stared furiously at Zavier. He groaned long, before bending his legs and kicking the man's stomach.

As a result, as he expected, Zavier rounded his eyes in shock and immediately pulled over from his tiny body. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Shella, sick!" zavier said as he stroked his muscle stomach slowly. Then, his movements stopped when he saw something thick liquid on Shella's face. The man gritted his teeth in shock and spontaneously sat on the floor.

"You're bleeding, baby!" zavier spontaneously said. He moved agitatedly and immediately grabbed Shella's entire face, before his finger wiped off the viscous blood. His eyes flashed sharply as he managed to remove the liquid, but did not find a single wound.

"It's your blood, you idiot" exclaimed exasperated Shella. "You're the one who's bleeding, my God! What's going on in here."

The girl let go of Zavier's cupped hand, then threw her gaze around the apartment. He glared as he found some broken glass shard strewn across the floor.

What the hell is going on in here? Did the attack happen suddenly?

The glasses look very sharp and dangerous for Shella, especially when she has realized that this glass comes from the broken apartment glass. T-this, how did that happen?

Unknowingly, his cold sweat began to pour out profusely, before he turned his gaze next to the building.

It appeared that one person wearing black clothes was standing on the roof of the building and concluded a smile towards him. That guy looks so familiar.

Then, seconds later, Shella could see if the person's lips were moving slowly, as if the person was saying something. He squinted his eyes, so that he could see the lips moving slowly.

'I am got surprised to see you still alive'.

Such was the sentence that the mysterious figure who looked familiar to her might have uttered, making Shella begin to frown faintly. It's impossible if it's a-

No, no, no. You're going crazy, Shella. There's no way he's here, is he?

As it had just happened a while ago, the girl could feel her body drifting to the left side to avoid something, before she felt something chewy and stuck to her thin lips.

Zavier kissed her again.

Until then, Shella immediately screamed in shock when she heard the sound of glass shattering and realized that something small and deadly had slipped away from the two of them.

That little thing is a bullet.

"You okay?" ask a voice and wake Shella who was just stunned by what had just happened. He stared at Zavier's two brown eyes that seemed to be gleaming with anxiety.

"A-ah, what's going on?" shella asked worriedly. He glanced around, then he could find that the glass pieces of the apartment here broke again.

"A-a-"

"It's okay. Just ignore the glass," Zavier interrupted quickly, trying to ease Shella's panic. He nodded gently towards the woman.

"But I saw a man dressed in black on top of the building there-"

Shella's words were cut off as soon as Zavier re-attached her sex lips into the woman's red lips. However, it only stuck, because in the next second, the man retracted his lips.

Damn it, Zavier rattled. He will surely kiss Shella to the point of being out of breath if only the time he has is not this session.

He then stood up from Shella's body, and extended his hand toward her. Afterwards, Zavier merely gave a smile at the sight of Shella making a funny blink, before accepting his clumsy helping hand.

Aish, you're really flirting, Shella!

The man helped Shella get up from the floor, then hugged her tiny body and hid her entire face inside the niche of her favorite neck. He whispered in a small voice. "I'll always be by your side to take care of you, baby. Don't worry."

Afterwards, the man could feel the small body pecking for a moment, before a movement of soft hands grabbed his face to face towards Shella.

The hand then stroked his jaw which was filled with fine feathers and his two favorite blue eyes were looking deeply into his eyes.

"Your face is wounded, Zavier."