She, a cute and naive university student, with her vague character evokes the love and care of others. He, the ruler of Dragon City, with ruthless methods, killing like it's second nature, aloof from women, cold-blooded, and moreover, the leader of a mysterious organization. An accident happened wherein the naive and cute her saved him. Since then, a certain man started living his life spoiling his wife without limits.
The sky was like a clean piece of navy blue coarse cloth, and the stars seemed to be shimmering like flaked gold scattered upon the fabric.
A pitch-black path unfurled before her, a place so dark that one couldn’t see their hand in front of their face. If one was not with another, ordinary people would fear to tread alone upon such a path.
Yet, on this dark night, the narrow path was filled with resonating a song that seemed to defy its gloomy ambiance.
“Walking on the country road, the returning old cow is my partner, la la la la la.....Oh, I seem to have sung it wrong again. It seems singing is not my forte.”
The voice was actually pleasant to the ears, having the power to instantly lift one's spirits.
“Huh, how infuriating, that stinky Ruan Qingwei, she didn't even give me a ride home. Let's see if I'll bring snacks for her again.” An Xiaonuan grumbled with a pout.
Originally, Ruan Qingwei was supposed to take her home today, but she received an unexpected phone call necessitating her attendance at a classmate's gathering, leaving An Xiaonuan to venture home alone.
An Xiaonuan jauntily walked along the path, and despite the stark darkness of the night and the eerie surroundings, she didn't feel scared at all.
“La La La, La La La…..”
“Bang! Ah!” It was as if An Xiaonuan had trodden upon something, and she shrieked in fright.
Out of nowhere, a hand seemed to have grabbed the hem of An Xiaonuan's trousers.
“Ah! Who are you? Let go of me!” cried An Xiaonuan as she struggled, using both her hands and feet to shake off the "hand" that had latched onto her pant leg.
As An Xiaonuan struggled, a deep voice made its way into her ears.
"Save... save me."
It belonged to a man. His voice was deep, rich, and magnetic but his tone was cold, as if it had been frozen for a thousand years, preventing people from daring to approach.
"Who... Who are you?" An Xiao Nuan stammered, trembling as she spoke.
"Help me." The man's voice was weak, and he fainted immediately after speaking.
Gathering her courage, An Xiao Nuan slowly crouched down to check on him.
In the dark alley, she could hardly see the man's face.
"What should I do? Should I help him?" An Xiao Nuan was torn. Logic told her not to meddle, but she instinctively extended her hand.
"Ah, it wouldn't be right to just leave him here alone. Well then, saving someone is more valuable than creating a seven-tier pagoda," she sighed.
Finally, after a lot of effort, An Xiao Nuan managed to prop up the man against the wall.
His legs were long and stretched straight, from his legs alone you could tell that the man must be over one meter ninety. When An Xiao Nuan thought about her height of one meter sixty-nine, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue.
"God, could this be what they call the perfect height difference?" she wondered to herself.
An Xiao Nuan didn't take a taxi home because her house was only a few meters ahead. Her philosophy was simple: save whenever possible.
When she barely managed to get the man home, she realized that her clothes were drenched, and she involuntarily let go of her grip.
With a loud "thud", the man crashed heavily onto the floor.
An Xiao Nuan stared dumbfoundedly at the man on the floor, scratched her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
After speaking, she strained to get the man onto the sofa again, then ran off to fetch her first aid kit.
Actually, An Xiaonuan's room wasn't very big, but she had tidied it up to be very cozy, and it was well-equipped with everything one could need.
An Xiaonuan fetched the medical kit and ran over to the man.
It was then that she clearly saw the man's appearance.
Unexpectedly, the man's face was hidden behind a mask, a pure gold mask that was carved with a dragon that seemed lifelike.
This made the man appear extremely enchanting, giving off an air of mystery.
Even though the mask concealed the man's face leaving her unable to discern his looks, An Xiaonuan began to imagine...
She curled her lip somewhat disdainfully and said, "As you're wearing a mask, you must be really ugly."
Seeing the weakened state of the man, it seemed she realized something. She slapped her forehead, squat down immediately to examine where the man was injured.
Though An Xiaonuan trained in design, she still knew how to handle minor injuries.
However, when she undressed the man, she was utterly shocked.
Because there was a gunshot wound on the man's stomach, luckily it didn't hit a critical area.
"My God, who have I saved?" An Xiaonuan asked, dumbfounded.
She shook her head. Now that she had brought him home, she had to help him!
She began to treat his wound slowly according to what she had seen on TV shows.
Despite her hands shaking drastically at the start of the process, she steadied down once she got into the groove, her hands incredibly stable.
Having finished attending to his wounds, An Xiaonuan wiped around the man's abdomen once more with an alcohol swab.
Then, setting down her things, she stretched leisurely.
"I should probably be a doctor."
An Xiaonuan pouted her lips, slightly narcissistically speaking to herself before scurrying back to her room to fetch a blanket to cover the man.
Once she finished with all these, An Xiaonuan pulled out her assignments and started working.
Yes, she was only a sophomore at the moment, but she knew she had to work hard if she didn't want to be left behind.
Thinking this, she pulled out her phone, sending a message to someone in her contacts.
But even after waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no reply.
"He's probably resting. I should keep studying," An Xiaonuan consoled herself.
"Mhmm."
Just as An Xiaonuan was engrossed in her studies, the man lying on the sofa groaned.
An Xiaonuan immediately stood up to inspect, only to find the man's forehead slick with a fine sheen of sweat.
An Xiaonuan guessed that this was probably due to an infection from his wounds leading to a fever.
So, An Xiaonuan busied herself again, fetching a basin of cold water from the bathroom and placing a wet towel on the man's forehead.
She didn't know how many times she had run back and forth; An Xiaonuan felt as if her legs were about to fall off.
Luckily, the man's fever had subsided.
An Xiaonuan was studying at her desk, and at some point, she had fallen asleep in confusion.
Morning sunlight is always so calming and elegant, less of the hustle and bustle, leaving one feeling serene and carefree.
Sunlight poured into An Xiaonuan's rented room, illuminating the man's face.
The man lying on the couch slowly awoke, his slender, delicate fingers touching his forehead.
Only then did he realize that he was in a strange place.
Thinking of what happened last night, the man exuded a chilling aura of murderous intent in an instant.
But when he heard a discordant sound, his brutal murderous aura disappeared instantly.
“Dumplings, shrimp dumplings, spicy hot pot, ice cream, delicious, all mine,” An Xiaonuan was talking in her sleep.
Not only was she talking in her sleep, but a crystal-clear dribble of saliva had also escaped from the corners of her mouth, her lips smacking occasionally.
Seeing this, the man guessed that it was she who had saved him.
Looking at An Xiaonuan's sleeping face, with the sunlight on it, she looked very pretty.
In fact, An Xiaonuan was indeed beautiful. Although not described as stunning, she was an attractive girl with big eyes, cherry lips, and a high nose bridge.
Ye Minjue looked at An Xiaonuan, his cold heart seemed to flutter for a second, but it only lasted a few seconds.
Looking at An Xiaonuan's homework on the desk, then at her uncovered body, he had an inexplicable urge to cover her with a blanket. But as soon as he got up, due to the pain in his abdomen, Ye Minjue's body involuntarily leaned forward.
Ye Minjue wanted to control his body, but due to his injuries, he couldn't.
Fortunately, Ye Minjue managed to support himself with both hands on the table, or else, he might have fallen on An Xiaonuan.
Although he didn't fall, Ye Minjue's thin lips inadvertently brushed against An Xiaonuan's soft pink lips.