Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

In the middle of the night, the indoor temperature was scorching hot.

The girl hummed softly in a coquettish voice, like a cat, as she nuzzled her head against the man's arm, "Hong Jin... I'm really sleepy..."

The man lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his voice deep and husky, brimming with desire, "Baby, are you complaining that your husband hasn't put in enough effort?"

"Do you have to be so dog-like?" She was so tired she could barely lift her eyelids.

Hong Jin didn't say a word. He brushed aside a few strands of hair that clung to her face with his long, slender fingers. The girl's delicate face, no bigger than a palm, was flushed with a faint blush, as beautiful as an AI model. Her eyes were still closed, her forehead was sweaty, and she looked incredibly pitiful.

Even when she was angry, she could still stir his heart. Now, as a delicate flower bathed in dew, having just experienced a passionate encounter, the pale moonlight streamed through the glass window, softly illuminating her rosy face. She looked pitiful and captivating, and the man was unknowingly bewitched.

As if possessed, all desires subsided. He propped himself up on his arms, quietly gazing at her delicate, alabaster face. He lowered his head and reverently placed a kiss on her face. The surroundings were so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. The resonant sound of his chest, carrying an indescribable deep affection, was exceptionally clear at this moment. "I love you, Yao Gongyue." Even the slight sob at the end of his voice was impossible to ignore.

My darling, I didn't have many desires for this world, but after you came, my desires became insatiable!

Yao Gongyue kept her eyes closed, her long eyelashes like two raven feathers, motionless. She was asleep, and the moonlight was alluring, making her an absolute beauty.

My dear, I am willing to spend my whole life atoning for my sins and repenting, but I will never regret what I have done...

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Pattaya, Thailand.

This is a city that never sleeps, a capital of desire.

The bustling streets were teeming with people, a scene of dazzling lights and extravagant revelry.

The sexy woman, dressed provocatively, twisted her alluring body wildly. The men around her stared with fervent, unrestrained passion, sweating profusely as they unleashed their inner fervor, stuffing US dollars into the woman's chest, which was practically bursting through the thin fabric.

People from all over the world come here seeking thrills; men of different skin colors, races, and preferences can find satisfaction beyond their expectations.

In a luxuriously decorated private bar room, ladyboys were performing striptease on stage, while the men sitting on the sofas were all in high spirits, drinking and kissing the women beside them, oblivious to everyone else.

In a dark corner, a tall, lonely figure sat quietly drinking alone, ignoring everyone and completely out of place with his surroundings.

When Nuohan opened his eyes, he was already in Thailand. He had been drugged, stripped naked, and thrown onto two women's beds.

The two prostitutes had never seen such an exceptional man before. He was so generous, their legs went weak, and they clung to him from either side, unable to pull themselves off.

As the drug took effect, the man pressed down on one of the prostitutes, his eyes turning red. He slapped himself twice hard, gritting his teeth, and said, "Get out."

The two women were so engrossed in seeing him that they couldn't even walk straight. They clung to him from both sides, licking him all over. It felt as if thousands of ants were crawling all over the man's body, his blood surging and coursing in his arteries, and he felt like he was about to explode.

"Get out, or you'll die!" He grabbed a woman by the neck and threw her to the ground like a chicken. But the other woman wasn't afraid at all; she even reached out and touched him there. The man became furious, grabbed the gun from his pocket by the bed, and without hesitation, shot the woman in the head.

The guards outside rushed in upon hearing the gunshots. They saw their master sitting naked on the bed, his eyes bloodshot, covered in blood, looking like a god of death. He held a gun in his hand, and next to him lay a woman's corpse, her head submerged in blood. Unidentified red slurry was splattered everywhere on the sheets and walls.

They were all people who had survived countless battles and were no longer interested in the dead. They quickly called the doctor over, moved Nuohan to another room, tidied him up, and began his treatment.

Blackie almost had his neck snapped by the enraged young master, but he was saved by invoking the old prince.

"Moon, I'm sorry, I broke my promise and didn't take you back. You must be angry!" He looked up in anguish, gulped down a can of beer, crumpled it in his hand like a piece of waste paper, and threw it away.

Little Moon never liked me to begin with. She finally agreed to talk to me and introduce me to her family. Who would have thought that Cobra and Hong Jin would suddenly appear out of nowhere?

With a bang, the man, furious, kicked over the coffee table in front of him, his arm veins bulging. "Sechin, tell Solang to come to Thailand to see me! Tell Ah Gui to gather all the soldiers in northern Myanmar together and train them like madmen. Once the weapons arrive, wipe out the Cobra's den. Not a single dog will leave alive."

After explaining, Nuohan seemed deflated, leaning back on the sofa, closing his eyes, and analyzing his current situation.

That cheap uncle gave the order that he was not allowed to appear in Myanmar for a year, so he definitely wouldn't be able to go back. The people he sent out to investigate the whereabouts of the moon reported that she had been taken back to J country by Hong Jin.

wrong!

Suddenly, the man's spine stiffened, and he opened his dark eyes. Hong Jin hadn't come to avenge the assassination attempt in Phnom Penh; he had come to find Xiao Yue Liang!

This realization made half of his body go numb.

So, all along, I've been mistaken. The person Little Moon is really hiding from is Hong Jin!

Hong Jie was both Hong Jin's cousin and his trusted subordinate. Hong Jin held a high position and naturally didn't have much time to spend with women, which was why he sent Hong Jie along...

Everything seemed to make sense now, but Nuohan felt like he had swallowed a bitter pill.

Why did Little Moon never mention Hong Jin, and even push Hong Jie out to take the fall?

Given her temperament, no matter how resourceful Hong Jin was, she wouldn't be able to take someone away so easily unless it was her own choice.

Could it be that she did it voluntarily?

Is the person in her heart Hong Jin?

Her hand hurt that day, and the person she instinctively reached out to was Hong Jin?

The surrounding lights flickered dimly, a pungent, rotten smell lingered, men and women laughed noisily, and the metallic rock music was deafening. He sat there blankly, as if detached from the world, his five senses shut down, his hands and feet icy cold.

Moon, little moon, how could you do this to me? How could you like someone else?

It doesn't matter, it's not important. If I can steal you once, I can steal you a second time. You will definitely be mine, and you can only be mine.

"Boss, why are you sitting here all alone? How about I drink a toast with you?" A woman's arm was wrapped around his, and a affected, effeminate voice reached his ear. Nuohan snapped out of his daze, turned his head, and looked at the clueless new woman beside him with his reddened eyes. His face darkened. "Get out of my way!"

Yu Lili was startled by the man's gaze. Her heart clenched, and she quickly patted her chest, muttering, "Why is he so fierce? It's kind of scary."

Although she could already speak a few broken Thai words, she was startled, and her native language unconsciously slipped out. Patting her bulging fake chest, she pouted and was about to leave.

"A Chinese?" The man withdrew his imposing aura and asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes!"

"what's your name?"

"You, You Lily, you can also call me Linda!"

For some reason, despite the person in front of him wearing heavy makeup, blonde hair, red lips, and a bodycon dress, and having a large frame and average looks, Nuohan inexplicably felt comfortable with her affected and pretentious manner.

"You stay!"