Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Yao Gongyue wasn't wearing makeup, or even skincare products. Her long hair was loose, her skin was delicate and white as ivory, and her eyes were as pure and calm as a deer in the deep forest. She just quietly looked at him.

He had seen her in all her different ways: charming, spoiled, simple, gentle... those looks that were uniquely his, those looks that she kept hidden deep inside, never showing to other men, only to herself.

But at this moment, right in front of him, she was clinging to another man's arm, relying on another man. She was slender, with a small face, leaning against the man's back, her delicate brows furrowed deeply as she stared at him, seemingly worried, helpless, and reluctant.

"Are you... alright? Are you...?"

She wanted to go forward and check.

"moon!"

"Moon treasure!"

The two men spoke at the same time; one pulled her back, and the other reached out his hand to her.

She turned around and looked at Nuohan. "How about I talk to him?"

“No!” The man frowned and refused decisively. “Say it here, in front of me!”

She glanced at the man's resolute features for two seconds, said nothing, pushed his hand away, and took two steps toward Hong Jin.

"Yuebao, come home with me!" Hong Jin forced himself to regain a sliver of clarity from his breakdown and observed her without moving.

He couldn't believe that the woman who had been nestled in his arms and calling him "husband" last night could so easily throw herself into another man's arms today. He knew Yuebao's personality all too well; she looked innocent but was actually extremely difficult to handle. He couldn't believe that anyone could make her completely unguarded within a few hours; there must be something fishy going on.

“If I want to go home, I will go home by myself. I know where my home is. I don’t need you!” She stood straight and distant, her voice not loud, but cool.

"Yuebao, tell me, who am I?"

"You don't need to test me. I know you are Hong Jin. I haven't been threatened, I haven't been brainwashed, I haven't done anything wrong. I just don't like you, so please stop bothering me, okay?"

"You like him?" The man's eyes reddened again as he gritted his teeth and asked.

"Yes! The person I've always loved is him!"

Hong Jin glanced back at the tall, upright man. The two were about the same height, their eyes meeting. Then, she gave a slight sneer, took two steps forward, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "But last night, you were still calling me 'husband' under me, saying you loved me the most!"

The warm breath, unique to men, brushed against the back of her ear, making her hair stand on end and sending a strange tingling sensation through her body. She took half a step back. "You're talking nonsense!"

With that, a large hand covered his waist, and Nuohan coldly pulled him into his arms. "Young Master Hong, I don't have that kind of magnanimity. Stay away from my wife."

Hong Jin's face was extremely pale at this moment, his blood rushed to his head uncontrollably, his dark eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he was on the verge of madness. "What did you say?"

“I said—” The man’s large hand around her waist tightened blatantly, her back pressed against his warm chest, and she could clearly feel the resonance of his chest as he spoke, “Stay away from my wife!”

Blood rushed through his body, and the last vestiges of his rationality finally crumbled. Hong Jin pulled out an M1911 pistol from his waistband, pressed it against the man's forehead, and said nothing more, about to fire.

"No!" Yao Gongyue spread her arms to block Nuohan. "What are you doing? You dare to lay a hand on me? Is there no law anymore?"

Nuohan looked down at her. She was small and delicate. This was the first time someone had stood in front of him and taken a bullet for him.

Suddenly, a warm current flowed through my chest. Moon, this moment, this lifetime, has been worthwhile!

"Baby, move to the back, don't get hurt!" He pushed her behind him with his large hand, met Hong Jin's wolfish eyes, and waited quietly for him to fire the gun without saying a word.

"Ah Jin, calm down!" Zhou Qian, who was downstairs, saw that things were not going well and quickly ran up. "Ah Jin, once the gunshots are heard, the police will definitely come. This is Beijing, and they can't suppress the noise here!"

After saying that, Zhou Qian tentatively pressed Hong Jin's right arm down and whispered, "I think there's something wrong with this little girl!"

Hong Jin's chest heaved rapidly, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Yao Gongyue, "Yuebao, you haven't done tonight's practice questions yet!"

"I know, I—" Yao Gongyue blurted out almost without thinking, trying to find an excuse to back out, but realized her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth. She looked at the man opposite her with surprised eyes.

Nuohan's palms were sweating as he nervously approached her. "No need to do that, baby. Come with me, let's go watch a show!"

Yao Gongyue's mind went blank for a moment, then she obediently nodded.

"Solang, see the guest out!"

"Ah Jin, let's leave first," Zhou Qian said, glancing at the group of people standing downstairs. He advised his good friend to leave first.

"Yuebao!" Hong Jin stood there, watching Yao Gongyue's retreating figure, and suddenly exclaimed, "@%￥@%"

No one could understand what he was saying.

He understands Burmese, Mandarin, Thai, English, and Japanese, but he couldn't understand a word he said.

At the scene, only Yao Gongyue understood what was being said.

But for some reason, she only glanced at him briefly, without pausing or turning around.

Seeing that she didn't react, Nuohan thought that Hong Jin had gone crazy and was talking nonsense.

Hong Jin and Zhou Qian went downstairs. Ba Lu stood guard outside the door to observe the situation. When he saw the two of them come out but did not see Yao Gongyue, his eyes darkened. He said nothing and followed them out the door.

One step...two steps...three steps...

A thick layer of snow covered the ground outside, making a particularly jarring crunching sound underfoot. The man walked along, his features stiff, his handsome profile almost withered, his expression unchanging, only deathly still.

When a person is at their most broken, they can't show any emotions. What can be vented is not a true breakdown.

The girl's clear, piercing eyes, like a slow, agonizing torture, emptied his spirit with each step, from the depths of his soul...

The cold wind blew on his handsome face, then through his nasal cavity, into his throat and trachea, scraping painfully like a knife!

"puff!"

Just as he stepped out of the villa, he suddenly vomited blood, his vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

Zhou Qian and Baru were walking ahead of him when they heard the sound and turned around, "A-Jin!"

"Brother Jin!" Baru stepped forward first and checked on him. "He's alright, he probably just had a heart attack from the stress. Get him to the hospital first!"

After speaking, the boy turned around and looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the villa behind him.

Yao Gongyue quickly took two steps back. She didn't even know why she ran to see them, but she just wanted to.

The long nails dug deep into her flesh the instant the man fell. She looked down at the marks on her hands, and a man's voice flashed through her mind, "My Yuebao's hands are so beautiful, even the scratches are beautiful, everything about them is beautiful..."

Why? Why does her consciousness tell her that she hates that man, yet her heart is uncontrollably drawn to him, and she feels so heartbroken when she sees him fall?