Jiang Shu was almost infuriated to the point of spitting blood.

Seven seconds? He actually claims to be a "Seven-Second Man"!!!

Jiang Shu's forehead veins bulged as he shook off Mu Shi's hand and tried to grab his collar, but Mu Shi sidestepped to dodge.

"Jiang Second Young Master." Mu Shi took two steps back, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Jiang Shuwang with a calm expression. "I forgot to tell you, not only do I have a virus, but it's also highly toxic and can be transmitted to others. I must say, it's better for you to go to the hospital for a check-up as soon as possible if you have any illness... By the way, about your seven-second incident, rest assured, I won't tell anyone. However, this kind of illness still needs to be treated early, otherwise, if in the future you can't even pass on your family line, then it's all over."

Virus... Contagion... Seven seconds... Seven seconds... Seven seconds...

Jiang Shu's face turned green with anger, grinding his teeth as if she wanted to bite the man in front of her who was smiling deceitfully and pretending to be sincere.

"...What are you doing, Jiang Shuwan?!"

Suddenly being thrown in front of a tree trunk, Mu Shi frowned. Before he had a chance to speak, a hand clamped down on his chin with great force, causing him to bite his teeth in pain.

Jiang Shuwan sneered coldly and grabbed his wrist with his other hand, saying, "Let me show you whether it's really seven seconds!"

Mu Shi suddenly realized that this man had incredible strength. His chin seemed like it was about to be crushed by the man's grip, and his hand couldn't break free. Mu Shi wanted to use his free hand to pry open Jiang Shu Wang's hand, but his body was suddenly pressed down, and even the man's leg forcefully squeezed in between his own legs.

Mu Shi felt a bit awkward.

The scorching breath intertwined between the two in their close proximity. Jiang Shu's face turned cold, finally releasing the hand that was pinching his chin. He forcefully ripped off the tie around his own neck, then pulled Mu Shi's hand out, bending his elbow and clamping it between his arm. He then dragged out his other hand and wrapped the tie around it.

"Hey, hey, hey! Young Master Jiang! Let's talk things through!" Mu Shi was completely restrained, unable to move an inch.

Jiang Shu felt no desire to have a proper conversation with him. He lowered his head and earnestly tied his tie, first using one hand, and then switching to the other hand to complete the task.

After tightly binding Mu Shi's hands, Jiang Shu looked up at him with a fierce glare and gritted her teeth as she said, "Seven seconds, huh? Well, you better count carefully and see how many sets of seven seconds you can endure!"

......

Jiang Shuwan's hand slid down from the tightly pressed bodies of the two, as if intending to remove his pants. At this moment, Mu Shi wondered if biting down on his jugular vein would result in blood splattering all over his face.

"Jiang Ershao? Jiang Ershao?" came the call of Jiang Shu's female companion from not far away. The sound of footsteps was also drawing nearer. "Strange... I heard them say they were coming this way..."

Jiang Shu's hand, which was sliding recklessly on his lower abdomen, paused for a moment. She glanced at Mu Shi with some unwillingness, loosened her grip, and took a step back.

The suppression on his body disappeared, and Mu Shi breathed a sigh of relief. There were some wrinkles on his suit, and he frowned as he looked at his bound hands. The necktie was tied tightly, and he tried to pull at it, but it didn't budge.

Mu Shi looked up and found that Jiang Shu was actually about to leave just like that.

"Ah! You fucking untie it for me!"

Jiang Shu turned her head to look at him, hesitated for a moment, and obediently walked over to untie his tie. The knot he had tied earlier was a bit tight, so even though she was undoing it, it was still a bit difficult. While untying it, Jiang Shu couldn't help but mumble under her breath, "Mu Shi, this matter is not over yet."

"This matter is not over between us!" Mu Shi gave Jiang Shu a sideways glance. After loosening his tie, he lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves to check his wrist.

Very well, both wrists are swollen and red, and even a light touch causes a fiery pain.

Mu regretted not leaving a mark on his neck before.