Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The SUV sped along, heading towards the nearest highway exit. The man gripping the steering wheel had dark eyes as deep as a cold pool, thin lips pressed into a straight line, and a raging fire burning in his chest.

The expected phone call came in, and her father's clearly displeased voice came through the other end, "A-Jin! What are you up to?"

If it weren't for having dinner with his trusted military confidants tonight, the busy Prime Minister wouldn't have known that he had instructed the military to conduct a week-long joint military exercise in Battambang just hours earlier. Without a doubt, the one who could command his secretariat must be his audacious and rebellious son.

I was so angry I almost choked. It was just a test of the military and local emergency response capabilities. As soon as the dinner ended, they called to demand an explanation.

"There's a spy in my ranks, Father. They're doing everything they can to catch him! Only military exercises can keep us from arousing suspicion and make our actions legitimate." The eldest son remained calm.

"Hmph!" The stern father snorted coldly. "You shot and killed a spy when you were nine years old. Now, more than ten years later, you still expect him to escape and lead a team to chase him all over the streets?"

"It was my son's negligence!" the unfilial son stubbornly insisted.

"You really think I wouldn't be willing to abandon you?" The old father's voice was icy.

"Father, what are you saying? My second and third brothers are all of the Hong family bloodline, just like me. I will be happy for you if anyone can share your burdens. Even if you have two more brothers, Father, you are still in your prime. I will take on the responsibility of the eldest brother and teach them how to put the family first!"

The unfilial son was always outwardly respectful and gentle, but inwardly he was a scoundrel and a typical troublemaker. Hong Sang never expected that releasing Hagnu would cause his son to become estranged from him.

"You good-for-nothing!" The old father was a master strategist, capable of killing on a whim, but he couldn't quite grasp the right balance when it came to his eldest son, on whom he had placed so much hope. If he held on too tightly, he feared the son would be timid and incapable of shouldering great responsibilities; if he held on too loosely, he worried the son would be audacious and cause trouble. He had intended to indulge the son's ambition, but finding the right balance was a real headache.

"The man has been caught. Get back to Phnom Penh and take up your post immediately. If you keep going like this, you'll become a complete waste!" The father, still furious, hung up the phone.

The torrential rain merged heaven and earth into one, pounding against the car windows. The wilderness far from the city was shrouded in darkness, and on the empty road, only a car parked by the roadside, its dim lights shining like a lonely ghost wandering the night.

"Baby, have you eaten? Did you sleep well? Does your tummy still hurt?" he murmured unconsciously.

Such a delicate and pampered person, in a foreign land, with no one to take care of her and no money on her, baby, are you going to break my heart before you're satisfied? You might as well just take a knife and kill me...

The out-of-control man slammed his fists into the steering wheel, his meticulously styled hair falling down, obscuring his handsome, sword-like eyebrows, making him look desolate and defeated...

****

A small courtyard with a car repair shed.

"Ah~" A strange, shrill scream came from inside the simple bungalow, "It's scalding me!" Yao Gongyue's fair feet were wet and she lifted them high. The man squatting in front of her apologized nervously, "I'm sorry, you're not burned, are you? I'll go add some more cold water."

The man, being thick-skinned and tough, heard that the girl on her period needed to soak her feet in hot water, so he brought in a basin of hot water, only to almost scald her to tears.

Yao Gongyue wanted to cry but had no tears. She watched with teary eyes as the man added cold water to the foot basin. After testing the temperature herself, she reluctantly put her feet in again.

God, someone please save her.

"Don't move, I'll wash it for you!" Nuohan held her small, delicate white feet with both large hands, his eyes burning with desire, unwilling to let go.

"No need, I'll wash it myself!" She was incredibly annoyed, but she had no choice but to grit her teeth and bear it.

"Don't move!" Even though he tried his best to hide it, the aura of a man who had tasted blood and killed people would still unconsciously show. Yao Gongyue was stunned and dared not move again. She wasn't blind. How many men who handled guns were easy to deal with? They were not to be trifled with, could not be trifled with, and dared not be trifled with.

Her fair, delicate feet were being held and played with by the man, sending chills down her spine. She was too scared to move. Could he be a foot fetishist? Good heavens, all the men in Southeast Asia are perverts. Compared to them, at least Hong Jin's perversion wasn't obvious.

No! The girl, whose hair stood on end, shook her head. How could she possibly pick the tallest among the short? They were all perverts, regardless of degree.

Looking at her adorable appearance, the man squatting on the ground smiled indulgently, thinking, "How come she's so cute? The more I look at her, the cuter she becomes."

But it would have been better if he hadn't laughed. The more he laughed, the more Yao Gongyue felt uneasy. No, if this continued, she might not escape the wolf's den but end up in the tiger's mouth. She still had to escape.

Nuohan had no idea that in the eyes of the girl in front of him, he had become a lecherous and audacious scoundrel.

He grew up in the Shan State highlands of northern Myanmar, where the people are open-minded and men and women who like each other can live together. In his opinion, her saying that she would ask her family was a tacit acceptance of his pursuit. In Shan State, in this situation, the two of them could sleep in the same bed that very day. But she had her period, and as a man, he naturally had to take care of her body. After he finished this busy period, he would take her to Thailand to look at a house. With him protecting her, she wouldn't have to hide from him every day.

The little thing is bold but timid. I don't know who she offended to be so scared. But it doesn't matter. Even if she causes a huge uproar, as her man, I have to cover for her.

Once the water had cooled down, the man picked up a towel and dried her feet. "Alright, get some rest. I have to go out for a bit. Runpa is in the front yard; just ask him if you need anything."

The moment the man's large hand reached towards the girl's rosy cheek, Yao Gongyue almost reflexively flinched back. Nuohan was taken aback for a moment, then calmly smiled and patted her head, "Get some rest!"

People say Chinese girls are shy, and it seems to be true. The more I look at her, the more I like her. I have to bring her home quickly, lest something unexpected happens.

"Okay, okay, go ahead!" Yao Gongyue nodded vigorously and obediently shrank into the quilt.

After the man left, she climbed out again.

I went to the bathroom next door and took a hot shower. I counted the cash on my body and charged my useless phone. By the time the rain stopped, it was past midnight. It was late at night and quiet, so I wouldn't be discovered climbing over the wall.

The low wall made of red bricks was full of potholes. For a dance student, climbing it would have been no problem at all, but when she jumped down, she twisted her ankle, and her injured ankle was surrounded by intense pain.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes instantly, but she gritted her teeth and held them back, skipping and hopping towards the main road at the entrance of the alley.

The police who conducted the midnight check had already left. The streets were deserted with few pedestrians. She waited in the cold wind for half an hour before finally getting a night taxi. With a few gestures, the driver finally understood that she wanted to go to a bar in the city. He charged her an extra ten dollars before taking her to her destination.