After getting off the bus, she walk for five minutes and then cross a relatively quiet street, lined with lush locust trees on both sides. Half of the road is under construction, while the other half is passable. Next to it is a very large park.
There are many old houses nearby being demolished and renovated. The entire street becos deserted at night, which feels quite eerie.
Recently, Wen Nuan has been going out frequently, and her courage has grown significantly.
Just after walking a few dozen ters, she saw two figures on the opposite street following closely. Wen Nuan was slightly startled in her heart and quickened her pace. The man on the opposite side also quickened his pace, and she reminded herself not to panic.
The locust trees are very dense, and there are no streetlights. Half of the road is under repair at intervals, and the surroundings are eerily quiet, making Wen Nuan feel unsettling.
A few days ago, she heard that a college student was raped to death here.
She felt a sudden panic in her heart and started to run frantically.
The two n behind also ran towards her. After running for less than five minutes, a long arm grabbed Wen Nuan’s waist. She turned around and saw that they were wearing vests with their strong arms exposed. The strong sll of sweat hit her in the face and Wen Nuan felt suffocated.
"Let go, help... please..." She just cried for help when she was covered by thick hands. Two people grabbed her and dragged her into the old house that was being demolished, while touching her breasts with their hands.
"Brother Xiong, she’s a beautiful girl."
The two of them burst into another round of lewd laughter.
They wrapped around her like a snake, she lifted her knee and struck one of the n, who cried out in pain and backed away. Warmth grabbed her bag and swung it at the head of another man. After finally breaking free from them, she turned and ran.
She hadn’t run a few steps when soone grabbed her hair and pulled her back. Another person was too strong and tore her clothes to pieces, exposing half of her bra. The two n had lustful eyes. Wen Nuan was furious and slapped him: "Get out of here, bastard!"
"Despicable person!" One of them slapped her, causing her to see stars. She montarily lost her strength and fell, and the two of them dragged her away.
At that mont, a beam of light swept over as a car approached from a distance. The two of them were taken aback, as it was rare for a car to co by at this ti. They hurriedly dragged Wen Nuan away.
She was a very smart woman. She bit one of the n’s arm, drawing blood. The pain made the man let go. Wen Nuan pushed them away fiercely and rushed out of the road in a panic.
The piercing sound of brakes screeched...
Ye Feimo looked at the disheveled woman in front of him in astonishnt. He frowned slightly, then beca furious. The veins on his hand holding the reverse disk were bulging. She was in pieces, and there were two n not far away. He knew what had happened at a glance.
What made him angry at this mont was that she actually rushed out like this without knowing the consequences?
He has always driven fast, and if he hadn’t braked just in ti, she would have been hit and killed.
Wen Nuan was also in a panic and just wanted to stop the car to save her life. She didn’t think too much at the mont. She was a strong-willed woman who would rather be hit to death than be gang-raped. It was not until the car stopped an inch in front of her that she realized how close she was to death.
Those two n didn’t leave. They must have been extrely bold and lustful.
Wen Nuan didn’t recognize Ye Feimo’s car for a mont. She reacted quickly and hurried over to knock on Ye Feimo’s car window. He drove the car. When Wen Nuan saw it was him, she was stunned: "Ye the pervert..."
Ye Feimo’s eyebrows knitted together, and Wen Nuan suddenly woke up as if he had been injected with chicken blood: "Mr. Ye..."
His eyes were as dark as ink, reflecting her extrely miserable appearance. Her hair was disheveled, her left cheek was swollen, the corner of her lips was broken and there was blood on her lips. Her shirt was torn, leaving half of her body naked in the air. There were several bruises on her arms. She grabbed his sleeve, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.
The murderous intent spread faintly in his eyes.
They dared to touch his people, they was seeking death.
Ye Feimo’s eyes swept across the two n, pushed Wen Nuan away, and walked over without saying a word. Wen Nuan didn’t know if it was an illusion, but she only felt a chill coming over her. The man’s back seed like a ghost, completely blending into the gloomy surroundings.
It’s a terrible, terrifying feeling.
Ten seconds later...
The two n were already lying on the ground, with broken arms and legs, wailing in pain.
So cool!
Clean, neat and decisive.
One of them took a few steps, and seed unable to help himself. He turned around and soone stepped on him hardly again.
Wen Nuan was stunned. He turned around and walked over. Against the light in the distance, the handso man walked over step by step, like Satan who tempted an angel to fall, with a thick dark aura.
There is no heroic spirit of rescuing girls in distress.
He walked over, walked past Wen Nuan and got into the car, saying coldly: "Get in the car."
Wen Nuan picked up her bag and looked at the two n wailing on the ground. She felt relieved and a little pitiful. She got in the car and Ye Feimo drove away...
Drive in the opposite direction of Wen Nuan’s ho.
He was very angry, which Wen Nuan noticed. He clearly didn’t say or do anything, he was just driving calmly, but Wen Nuan could feel the anger emanating from him.
The narrow place felt like the dead of winter.
What is he angry about?
Judging from the fact that the second young master Ye’s perversion index was too high and he was too moody, Wen Nuan decided to remain silent to avoid stepping on a minefield. Wen Nuan tilted her head to look at him. The lights on the street flashed frequently, and Ye Feimo’s face was as handso as a god in the flickering light.
His profile is extrely charming, with soft yet firm features, just like a line drawn by the best painter. His noble elegance blended with coldness and arrogance creates a very special charm.
He is really handso.
"Ms. Wen, I know I’m handso. If you’re obsessed with , take a picture and look at it every night before going to bed."
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