C3

At the moment, it was already a thunderstorm outside. In the darkness, there were ten bodyguard cars side by side, attracting everyone's attention.

Yan Qin walked out of the small dark room with Yang Xu, and his subordinate hurriedly helped them up with umbrellas and followed him step by step to the front of the carriage.

"Drive the car back to Longfeng Garden!" Carrying Yang Xu and getting on the carriage, Yan Qin instructed the driver. The trained driver stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove through the torrential rain.

Qiao Zhi bowed slightly and left the room. After he left, the only people left in the room were Yan Qin and the unconscious Yang Xu, and he was still standing quietly by the bed. Looking at her pale and haggard face, Yan Qin's pupils tightened, and the color of her eyes became deeper and deeper.

Very quickly, a burst of panting disturbed Yan Qin's thoughts, her eyes drooped, only to see the unconscious Yang Xu frowning deeply, her exquisite features twisted, her mouth muttering something that she resisted, as her body violently trembled.

"Yang Xu..." Yan Qin half-knelt on the bed, and lightly called out her name. He bent down to carry her trembling body, his gentle fingertips caressed her hair, and then his lips landed on her forehead.

Yang Xu, who had been disturbed, opened her eyes in fear. Her chest that was violently floating in the air was unable to calm down for a long time.

Yang Xu's brain slowly woke up from its stupor. His head hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split.

"Yang Xu?" A warm magnetic voice rang in his ears, like a spring breeze or a nightmare.

Yang Xu closed her eyes to calm her emotions. When she opened her eyes again, the outline of the man in her embrace was clearly reflected in her pupils.

Very quickly, the familiar yet strange warmth entered her heart and lungs. Yang Xu shuddered, and all sorts of memories flashed through his mind. The fear that lingered in his heart burst forth, and he struggled to push away his body with all his might:

"Don't touch me!"

Yan Qin was slightly startled, but he did not force it.

"This time, you'll be frightened. There won't be a next time." A ripple that was difficult to detect flashed across Yang Xu's grave expression. He was unable to tell if it was guilt or not.

After hearing that, Yang Xu only coldly laughed at himself. Just this once?

Ever since she met him, her life had never stopped.

Yang Xu bit her lips, a faint light shining from her eyes. She let out a heavy sigh, and raised her head to look at the man who was standing next to the bed.