Chapter 1115: 1115 Heather of the Other Shore Flower Sea (139)
No one would joke about their own life like that. She had warned him so clearly, yet he still seed indifferent?
Moreover, encountering a situation like before, most people would be scared until their legs went weak. But not him—he didn’t just seem unaffected; he was calm and composed, as if he didn’t care at all.
She could only say that her suspicion deepened even more.
Because if all of this happened under one particular condition, there would be no need for any doubts at all. If—
He was Ah Nian.
If he was Ah Nian, then what was there to fear? Others should be afraid of him instead.
So...
Heather’s eyes seed to have transford into detective-like instrunts, locking onto Nian Shen, staring at him intensely until he turned his head to glance behind himself, then back at her. "Are you staring at ? I thought there might be soone behind ."
"Mr. Nian doesn’t seem scared at all? Just now, soone was trying to kill you, wasn’t he?"
"Scared? Can’t you tell?" Nian Shen responded with a completely calm expression.
"..." Heather’s mouth twitched slightly. "Are you joking with ?"
"Not at all," he replied with a faint smile. "Otherwise, what would count as fear? Should I scream like a woman and run out, then cling to you, saying I’m terrified?"
"..."
Uh...
Ahem! Heather suddenly coughed lightly.
Well... that wouldn’t be quite right either.
"Or..." He stepped closer, suddenly letting his body go limp as he fell onto her. "Is this what it ans to be so scared that I can’t stand up and need you to support ?"
About half of his weight pressed onto her, and at first, Heather thought sothing was wrong, instinctively wrapping her arms around him.
But when she heard his last remark, she couldn’t help but feel her mouth twitch.
Heather looked off to the side helplessly and rolled her eyes. "Mr. Nian, if you’re aware of how heavy you are, could you please get up?"
Nian Shen did get up, but instead of letting go, he suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around her.
The embrace was so sudden that Heather froze, caught in his strong arms, staring blankly.
This... familiar embrace...
Her hand remained awkwardly suspended mid-air, unable to move.
Ah Nian...?
"Mr... Nian?"
"Didn’t you say I should be scared? Well, I’m pretty scared right now, so you’ll have to hold
tight."
"..."
He held her close, his tall fra enveloping her almost entirely with his arms.
Heather cald herself for a few seconds. Although she didn’t push him away, she still said helplessly, "Mr. Nian, stop ssing around and let go of , please."
She knew he wasn’t scared at all.
Who gets scared like this?
"I’m really scared."
"Your delayed response is a bit too much! Getting scared only now?" Heather rolled her eyes, clearly not believing him. "Besides, I think what you should truly be afraid of is Miss Qu still being in the bedroom. Embracing another woman like this—is that really appropriate? If Miss Qu sees this, now that would be sothing truly scary."
Oddly enough, Qu Leqi hadn’t co out.
The soundproofing between rooms should be good, but it couldn’t be that great for a single house, could it?
"She won’t. She’s asleep."
"...So she’s a pretty deep sleeper then."
If Heather hadn’t been here tonight, wouldn’t Qu Leqi have no idea how she’d died?
"I’m giving you three seconds, Mr. Nian. If you don’t let go after three counts, I’ll think you’re taking liberties with , and I won’t hold back." At monts like this, her tone was always calm. "One—"
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