Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

"Moon, don't cry!" Looking at the girl sitting on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably, the burly man was at a loss. His brows furrowed heavily, and he held out both hands as if to wipe her tears. He was in a dilemma—whether to wipe them or not was also problematic. He was sweating profusely with anxiety. "Don't cry, you'll ruin your eyes!"

Yao Gongyue didn't know where she got such a big grievance from. She cried because she was too frightened, because she was powerless, because she was manipulated by others and had no dignity or freedom.

Suddenly, the man stood up, propped himself up on his long legs, and shouted toward the door, "Sechin, get in here!"

The underlings guarding the door, unaware of the situation, walked in with guns at their sides. Without a word, Nuohan kicked the newcomer, sending him flying against the wall. He then chased after him, grabbing the underling's throat with his tiger's mouth, his ferocity like that of a wild beast. "Who gave you the audacity to kidnap Madam?"

Why are you hitting people for no reason? Yao Gongyue's half-hearted crying stopped abruptly. She looked up at the door, but she couldn't understand what they were saying.

Nuohan was furious. The thought of making Xiaoyue cry again right after their reunion made him want to tear these idiots apart.

Sechin was completely baffled. The instructions were only to bring this woman here, not to mention that she was the madam.

"Captain, Captain, no, no one said the person we were supposed to intercept was the Madam!"

boom!

Without hesitation, Nuohan punched his idiot subordinate in the jaw, "Can't you ask? You tied him up and it hurts, how am I supposed to comfort him?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Captain, I'll go apologize to Madam!" Seqin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, rushed to Yao Gongyue, and clasped his hands together. "Madam, I'm sorry, I didn't know your identity and offended you!"

Yao Gongyue had no idea what he was talking about. Her bright eyes were fixed on the man in front of her, whose face was covered in greasepaint and whose true features were obscured.

"Moon, did he tie you up too tightly? Don't cry, I'll beat him up to avenge you!"

Only now did Yao Gongyue roughly guess that Nuohan had hit the soldier because of her, and that the person in front of her was probably apologizing to her.

"No, no need!" She was a little unaccustomed to the man's straightforwardness. "You, you shouldn't be impulsive. I, I don't blame him."

Although she was indeed furious about being tied up, she knew she couldn't involve innocent people. If he hadn't been out of his mind and brought her here, why would a soldier with nothing better to do tie her up?

As Yao Gongyue spoke, Yili's face slowly paled, her lips gradually lost their color, she rubbed her stomach with one hand, curled up more and more violently, her delicate eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and even her hair was trembling slightly.

"Moon!" The bewildered man stepped forward, kneeling on one knee before her, his handsome face ashen with worry and helplessness. "You, what's wrong? Are you sick? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I...I have a stomachache!" She spoke each word with almost all her might, her voice barely a whisper, as if she were about to turn into a wisp of smoke and drift away with the wind.

"Stomach, stomach pain?" Nuo Han's brows furrowed, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead from the tension. His burning eyes trembled violently as he scooped the person up in his arms and yelled at Se Qin, "What are you standing there for? Drive to the hospital!"

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In the VIP ward on the top floor of Yangon International Hospital, Yao Gongyue woke up to find it was already dark. Nuohan stood by the bed like a wooden sculpture. She moved slightly and realized that he was holding her hand tightly.

"Moon, are you awake? Does it hurt? Is there anything else that's bothering you?" the man asked anxiously, his eyes filled with barely concealed worry.

"I want to drink water!" she managed to utter.

"Okay, okay!" The man let go of her small hand, ran over to pour a glass of water, and held it to her lips.

The girl on the bed frowned, turned her face away, and said weakly, "It's hot!"

How could he put freshly poured boiling water right up to his lips? So frustrating!

"Oh, well, I'll air it out!" The grown man, used to being rough, was like a big, clumsy dog ​​who had made a mistake, at a loss for what to do.

Yao Gongyue closed her eyes weakly. "Is there anything to eat?"

"Yes, yes, I'll have someone bring it over right away!" Nuohan took out his phone and quickly made a call. In less than five minutes, a nurse pushed a food cart in.

"Moon, look, what would you like to eat?"

Nuohan half-lifted her up and gestured for her to choose one of the various nutritious meals from the food cart.

"I want to drink congee!" She pointed to the seafood congee and reached out to pick it up, but the man had already reached out and scooped the bowl into his hand. The small bowl looked like a swaying leaf in his rough hands.

"Here, let me feed you!" He was careful, trying to make himself look less rough, as he fed her with the spoon.

"I'm not paralyzed, I can take care of myself!" Yao Gongyue was on the verge of tears, forcefully snatched the bowl of porridge from the man's hand, and lowered her head to drink it.

Nuohan sat to the side, quietly watching her drink her porridge.

She looks so soft and smells so good, is even her saliva sweet?

I used to hear people say that women are soft and fragrant all over, and once you've been with one, you'll crave her every day. I didn't believe it; I thought those people were just bewitched by the perfume of prostitutes.

Upon meeting Xiaoyue, he realized that women's flesh really does have a fragrance, especially Xiaoyue's scent, which was completely different from the slutty women he had seen in Thailand when he was on a mission before, who were marinated in cheap perfume.

Her scent was subtle, light, and slightly sweet, wafting into the senses with every movement, captivating, addictive, and irresistible.

How can there be such a beautiful girl? Her eyebrows are beautiful, her eyelashes are beautiful, her nose, eyes, and mouth are all beautiful.

She eats beautifully, one spoonful at a time, slowly and gracefully, with a delicate and refined manner.

Her hands are so beautiful, white, slender and long, with two fingers curled up to hold the spoon, like a blooming magnolia flower!

The man's gaze was so intense, so tangible, that Yao Gongyue couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

"I'm done eating!" She finally swallowed the last spoonful of porridge and spoke awkwardly.

"Let's look at something else. Is there anything you want to eat? Moon, you're not eating enough." Nuohan took the empty bowl from her hand and asked patiently.

"I don't want to eat anymore, I can't eat too much." The girl lowered her eyes and shook her head, her mind racing, trying to figure out how to persuade him to let her leave.

"Moon!" Nuohan took a deep breath, pulled the girl's soft hand into his large hand, and said in a rough, deep voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had a stomach problem, and I didn't take good care of you."

Yao Gongyue, “…”

"Moon, I've never taken care of a girl before, and there are many things I don't understand, but I will learn. I'm sure I'll learn quickly. Can you teach me how to keep you from crying, from getting sick, or getting hurt? I want you to smile, to smile every day."

He hadn't been in contact with many women and had no idea how to get along with her. He felt stupid and always made her unhappy, but he didn't even understand why she was crying or angry. He didn't know how to comfort a woman and was really afraid that Yue Liang would dislike him.

"How formidable!" Yao Gongyue pretended to remain calm, pulled her small hand away from the man's, and forced a smile, saying, "What's so difficult about this? I'll teach you."