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Jian Xi shut his mouth unwillingly. What Yue Jinnan hated the most was to keep his word, if he continued to speak without knowing what was good for him, would definitely throw him out.

He was thrown out the moment he came back. It was too embarrassing, so he didn't want it!

In the discussion that followed, Jian Xi was well aware that he was not touching on the sensitive topic of Song Huai Shuang, so the atmosphere immediately became a lot better.

Jian Xi and Yue Jinnan had been good friends for many years. After not seeing each other for a few years, their experiences and lives had all been greatly different as they communicated with each other.

Jian Xi was the first to realize that it was going to be late. He bared his teeth and weirdly shouted, "Yue Jinnan, you should be touched to have such a good friend like me, wasting such a beautiful night, to be together with a person like you who doesn't have the slightest bit of amorous feelings."

Yue Jinnan laughed coldly twice, he was too lazy to bother with this fellow's sudden outburst from time to time.

Jian Xi sighed to himself, stretched lazily and stood up from the sofa: "Alright, it's really getting late today, I should also go back now."

It was almost there, tsk tsk, he really admired himself for actually chatting with a blockhead like Yue Jinnan for so long.

Yue Jinnan took a glance at the sky outside. It was already dark outside by midnight, so he couldn't see anything clearly. Even the servants in the rooms had gone to rest.

"There's a guest room here. We'll rest here for the night." Yue Jinnan didn't feel at ease driving alone in the middle of the night.

Jian Xi's eyes widened in fear, his arms wrapped around his as he embraced his shoulders and said: "I knew it, you were looking at my beauty."

Yue Jinnan, "?"

F * ck that retard, how could he be worried about something happening to someone as good as him? His brain was truly flooded with water, and he didn't know what was going on.

Yue Jinnan's face darkened, he didn't even have the strength to waste words with Jian Xi.

Jian Xi blinked his eyes again, the expression on his exquisite face revealed a sense of grievance: "Jin Nan, did you not love me? Just now, I was worried that you would want me to stay behind, in such a short time, you would kick me out."

The veins on Yue Jinnan's forehead throbbed. His good self-control couldn't help but have the urge to curse him out of his mind.

Jian Xi shrugged his shoulders and returned back to normal, "It's really boring. Alright, I'll leave now, don't miss me too much."

After sending Jian Xi off, Yue Jinnan looked at the time. It was already 1am in the morning, Yue Jinnan thought, then changed his direction and headed towards Song Huai Shuang's room.

Once Jian Xi left, the room became quiet again. Song Huaishuang's pale white face appeared in his mind once more, causing Yue Jinnan to feel uneasy.

Inside the house, it was as dark as he had expected.

Yue Jinnan's footsteps paused, he quietly turned on the bedside lamp, and surprisingly discovered that the woman who he thought was already asleep, was sitting on the bed, looking at him with an alert expression, her small white hands tightly grabbing onto the broken piece of the vase.

At this moment, Yue Jinnan realised what he sensed as soon as he entered the room.

She did not know if Yue Jinnan would come back, or if he would continue with his beastly behavior.

The more she thought about it, the more dangerous Song Huaishuang became. She wandered around the house but could not find anything to protect herself with.

Every single item inside was moved in with Yue Jinnan's permission. Song Huai Shuang looked around the room, not to mention a pair of scissors, there wasn't even anything that was a little sharp.

Song Huaishuang was not willing to give up until she saw the vase at the corner of the wall. Then, she came up with an idea. She smashed the vase and picked up a relatively sharp piece of vase for self-defense.

She knew that what she was doing looked foolish. It was not certain that it would work, but it was better than nothing. In order to comfort her a little, Song Huaishuang clenched her fists tightly.

Right now, in the middle of the night, Yue Jinnan's arrival had undoubtedly touched upon that sharp nerve of Song Huai Shuang's.

She stared at Yue Jinnan with extreme caution and tensed up into a bow shape, like a sharp kitten. It was as if if if Yue Jinnan showed even the slightest bit of offense, she would rush forward and ruthlessly claw at him.

When her gaze fell on Song Huaishuang's small hand, the fragment was extremely sharp. Song Huaishuang clenched her fist tightly. The delicate skin on her palm was evidently unable to bear it and was beginning to turn red.

His eyes darkened and he said calmly, "Throw the thing in your hand away."

Song Huaishuang did not say anything. The strength in her hands increased. Her white skin was starting to bruise, but she did not seem to notice it.

Yue Jinnan had never been a good-natured person. Seeing that Song Huai Shuang was not obedient, his frown deepened. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart with great effort and repeated it in a deep voice.

"Song Huaishuang, throw away the thing in your hands." While he was stifling anger in his heart, Yue Jinnan's voice unconsciously grew louder, revealing a little self-confidence and might even when he was not angry.

Song Huai Shuang's sharp senses could sense the impatience and anger in Yue Jinnan's words. Her body suddenly became clever, and became extremely afraid, but her small hands firmly held onto the broken piece, not willing to let go.

At this moment, the broken pieces were the only thing that gave her endless comfort, and the only thing that made her feel less afraid when facing Yue Jinnan.

Yue Jinnan did not expect Song Huai Shuang to be so soft and unyielding, the repressed anger soared immediately. With a sullen face, his handsome face became even colder under the dim light.

Yue Jinnan walked in step by step, the sound of his footsteps reverberating. It was as if he had knocked into Song Huai Shuang's heart, and his lips immediately turned white, without a single trace of blood.

Seeing that Yue Jinnan was about to approach him, his cold and gloomy facial features looked like a demon that had crawled out from hell.

"Yue Jinnan, I'm warning you, stop coming over." She screamed and danced, his expression mixed with confusion.

When Yue Jinnan sensed this, the frown on his forehead immediately deepened.

His feet did not stop moving forward, and just as his large hand made contact with Song Huaishuang's skin, she screamed fiercely as the piece he was holding sharp cut open Yue Jinnan's palm.

Even though it sounded slow, it was actually only a short half a minute after the series of events had occurred.