Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

Nuohan stood in the doorway, his eyes bloodshot and backlit, fists clenched, his hoarse voice filled with suppressed emotion, "Moon, who are you calling 'good'?"

Yao Gongyue dropped the melon seeds in her hand, glanced at the door panel lying on the ground, and resumed her indifferent expression, "How did you get up here?"

“Moon, come home with me!” The man took two steps forward, and Yao Gongyue immediately stood up and stepped back to the window. “My home is in China. I have no home here.”

Nuohan's heart ached with each pang, his eyes stung with tears, and he forced back the rage surging through his veins, racking his brains for words to comfort her.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I left my phone in the car and missed your call. I swear, this will never happen again."

"Too late!" The girl calmly met the man's bloodshot eyes. "I won't give a man a second chance."

Nuohan's heart felt as if it had been thrown onto a dry wasteland, where the blazing sun scorched his entire world into a barren wasteland.

He choked up and couldn't say a word. He just stood there silently, staring intently at her, his pain almost suffocating him.

Yao Gongyue, however, had completely calmed down by this moment. She looked at You Lili.

"Lily, go out first and tell the dorm manager that the cost of the broken door should be borne by him, it has nothing to do with us."

Yuri nodded mechanically.

It has to be our Yuebao; she always comes through in every crucial moment.

Half a minute later, only the two of them remained in the room.

Nuohan's fingers twitched slightly. He looked up at her, stepped forward, and took her slender, white hand in his. "Baby, I apologize, okay? I sincerely apologize and will sincerely correct my mistakes..."

He was in so much pain that all the nerves in his body felt numb.

Jungle warfare is a life-or-death struggle; I've suffered countless knife wounds and gunshot wounds, but I've never felt pain like this before.

Yao Gongyue bit her lower lip, took two deep breaths, and looked up. Caught off guard, she met the man's eyes, which were filled with both intense affection and profound pain. Her heart skipped a beat, and the words that had been on the tip of her tongue suddenly failed her.

"You pinched me."

The man's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the pressure on his hand lessened. "I'll handle the door issue. Come home with me. It's getting late, go and get some rest, okay?"

Yao Gongyue pursed her lips, turned her face away, and pulled her hand away.

"Go back now, and don't come looking for me again."

The man remained silent, his tall frame standing straight in front of her. He looked down at her delicate, Barbie-doll-like features, his small face filled with indifference and aloofness.

She was the human fantasy he had longed for through two lifetimes. He had finally gotten a little closer and seen a glimmer of hope, so how could he possibly let go?

"Moon, I'll arrange a yacht tomorrow to take you out to sea for a few days, okay? There's an outlet nearby, it's only three hours to the island, we—"

"Nohan!" Yao Gongyue interrupted him, "Let's break up!"

Under extreme mental stimulation, people with abnormally strong self-control will either go mad or drive themselves to their deaths by taking a desperate gamble.

Nuohan clearly belongs to the latter category.

He looked at her silently, his dark eyes dull and lifeless, as deep as the eternal night, unfathomable.

Yao Gongyue was flustered and suddenly couldn't understand this man anymore.

How could a teenage girl like her possibly understand a man who has been fighting and surviving in hell since childhood, dealing with extremist terrorists and military and political forces around the world every day, and walking the gray area between good and evil?

"Moon, pack your things. Starting today, you're coming to live in my apartment."

His voice remained gentle and hoarse, but his attitude became domineering and forceful.

"I'm not going. I told you, we're breaking up." Yao Gongyue shook off his hand, not letting him touch her.

"If I didn't agree, then it doesn't count!"

"Why do you disagree? We've only known each other for less than a week. I don't believe you're that deeply in love with me. I'm not desperate for you either. Since we're not compatible, it's better to break up sooner rather than later. Let's not bother each other."

The man's reaction was so calm it was unsettling.

He glanced at her indifferently, picked up the coat lying on the bedside table, and said, "Do you want to wear this coat? No need to pack, we have everything over there. If we don't have it, I'll buy it tomorrow!"

"Can't you understand human language?"

"Where did you put your underwear? Grab me a set for tonight!"

"I don't like you, Nuohan, you can leave!" Yao Gongyue prided herself on her emotional intelligence, but she felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing this man.

"No, you like me!" the man said firmly, his face calm. "I kissed you, and you didn't refuse; I got close to you, and you didn't reject me; you even agreed to be my girlfriend."

You have a kind of mental fastidiousness; you feel physically uncomfortable even when a man you don't like is near you, let alone kiss him.

Yao Gongyue stammered, "Yes...yes...you forced a kiss on me, you...you were a pervert..."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flickered across the man's handsome, chiseled features. "If I were being a scoundrel, wouldn't you slap me? Or even respond to me?"

A strange, tingling sensation washed over the young girl. She had never considered whether she actually liked him or not; she had simply agreed to be with him on a whim. She just felt he was a suitable boyfriend—like a Tibetan Mastiff, majestic and powerful, yet utterly loyal. She liked the sense of security this man gave her.

But today, when she needed him most, she couldn't find him. All her trust and sense of security almost crumbled.

She is not someone who can easily give her heart away. Once she discovers that the other person is unreliable, she immediately withdraws all her feelings, never wasting them or exhausting herself.

"So what? My response only proves you're a good kisser. Who knows which Rebecca, Jessica, or Lolita I honed that skill on? Ugh, how disgusting—"

She imagined that she had an upset stomach.

"Moon, so you're jealous?" The man's tone was extremely calm, even tinged with a hint of amusement, as he draped his coat over her shoulders as if coaxing a child.

"No, baby, there is no other woman. In my past and present lives, I have only loved you!"

Yao Gongyue's resistance was futile; the man put his coat on her and then swept her into his arms with one hand.

"My kissing skills are good because I've kissed you countless times in my dreams. And it's not just kissing skills, there are other techniques too. Today I'll let you experience the whole set."

"No, that's tough!" she said weakly, patting the man's broad shoulder.

The man strode outside and said casually, "I'm here. Call me when you get home."

*******

The huge bedroom was eerily quiet.

Yao Gongyue sat on the bed, so angry she could hardly breathe.

Pillows and blankets she had thrown away in her anger were scattered all over the floor.

The man stood by the bed, silently watching her act up until she was completely exhausted. Only then did he sit down on the edge of the bed, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Are you calm now? Want a hug?"

"you……"

The girl felt a lump in her throat, unable to breathe properly. Just as the man reached out his arm, she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but he dodged it by tilting his head.

"Get out of here! I don't want to see you!"

Nuohan lifted his leg, sighed softly, then bent down to pick up the pillow and tossed it aside. "I'm going out for a smoke. You go to sleep first!"

As the door closed, the man's cell phone rang in his pocket.

"Boss, mission complete. All twelve core members of the S gang have been eliminated. Their bodies have been dumped at the mayor's doorstep in L City. He'll find them tomorrow morning." It was Black Shark, the captain of his special operations team, speaking from the other end.

"Understood! Go do one more thing." The man strode onto the sofa, his tone icy. "Tie Rebecca up and cut out her tongue."

There was a two-second silence on the other end. "Captain, may I ask why?"

Asking a top-tier mercenary special operations team leader to kidnap a woman and cut out her tongue is a bit like using a dragon-slaying sword to kill an ant.

"To vent my anger!" the man uttered, lit a cigarette, tossed the lighter onto the coffee table, and then added, "She upset my wife."

Black Shark tilted his head back and adjusted for several seconds before forcing himself to squeeze out a syllable, "Yes."