Worry

While Lin Fan was fleeing and Shen Wuxiao was returning to Bay Villa.

Inside Bay Villa, Jiang Huaiyue had long been as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

She simply could not sit still, pacing back and forth through the living room with worry written all over her face.

After Shen Wuxiao left that morning, she had not thought much of it.

But at noon, she had inexplicably called him and found that his phone was switched off.

At the time, she had not dwelled on it, thinking she had simply forgotten.

But starting that evening, every call she made still found his phone switched off.

It was nearly midnight now, yet she still could not reach him.

She had considered that Shen Wuxiao's phone might have run out of battery.

But that did not make sense.

In this age when people never let go of their phones, how could he possibly overlook it?

For example, when you desperately tried to contact someone you cared about, had they really forgotten to reply? They were only pretending not to see it, or simply did not want to respond!

Jiang Huaiyue did not want to overthink it, but she could not help herself.

She was worried that something had happened to Shen Wuxiao, or that idiot had secretly gone investigating again and been captured by those experts.

After all, those experts had indeed set their sights on them.

Jiang Huaiyue felt utterly helpless. In this unfamiliar place, even if she wanted to find someone, she had no way to do so.

She could only think on the bright side and pin her hopes on the possibility that his phone had broken.

Every few minutes, Jiang Huaiyue would walk outside the villa and look into the distance.

To see whether any cars were coming back.

There were quite a few cars, but none of them were headed this way.

Disappointment after disappointment only made her more worried.

She decided to go look for him.

He was not exactly a nobody in Zhonghai. She could surely find out some news.

Jiang Huaiyue changed into that set of fitted combat clothes, took her weapon, closed the villa door, and decisively walked out.

Just as she stepped outside, a sports car slowly made its way toward her.

The moment Jiang Huaiyue saw the familiar car, her delicate body trembled, and an inexplicable surge of anger rose in her heart.

Her pretty face darkened at once, and her delicate fists clenched tightly.

That damned bastard still knew to come home!

Jiang Huaiyue immediately strode toward him.

Shen Wuxiao had already changed back into his usual clothes. He drove leisurely, immersed in the joy of having obtained a new weapon.

"The Duke of Destruction Revolver really is handsome!" Shen Wuxiao muttered.

The instant he finished speaking, he saw a lovely figure striding swiftly toward him in the headlights.

It was Jiang Huaiyue!

Shen Wuxiao slowly stopped the car, rolled down the window, and grinned. "Yue'er, it's so late. Are you going out for a late-night snack?"

The great stone in Jiang Huaiyue's heart had finally fallen, but her anger had risen.

She truly could not endure it anymore.

This bastard—she had worried herself half to death over him.

And here he was, carefree and grinning, asking whether she was going out for a late-night snack!

Jiang Huaiyue yanked open the car door.

Shen Wuxiao froze for a moment.

Then he felt Jiang Huaiyue lean over him and unfasten his seat belt for him.

The next second, Shen Wuxiao felt his body go light as he was dragged straight out of the car!

"Hey, hey, hey—"

Shen Wuxiao was a little dumbfounded.

Jiang Huaiyue did not care about any of that. She shoved him against the side of the car, raised her delicate fist, and was about to hit him!

"Damn!" Shen Wuxiao looked as though he had been frightened and raised his arms to shield himself.

But she truly could not bear to hit him.

Yet she had to hit him somehow.

So she could only angrily punch his chest once.

Those beautiful eyes of hers even held a hint of resentment, and her voice was filled with grievance. "Your phone was switched off all day. What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Shen Wuxiao played dumb. "No way!"

As he spoke, he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out his phone.

Seeing the black screen, he gave an embarrassed laugh. "Uh... I forgot. When I left this morning, I wanted to calm down, so I turned it off."

"You..." Jiang Huaiyue was practically dying of anger.

If he had not been a non-martial artist, and if she had not been afraid of losing control and injuring him—

Otherwise, she would have given him a ruthless beating today.

Only then did Shen Wuxiao turn on his phone.

The moment it powered on, aside from three scam calls, there were seventy-three missed calls.

They were all from Jiang Huaiyue, spaced out at intervals.

It was as though she believed he would turn his phone on at any moment.

Seeing this, Shen Wuxiao was somewhat moved.

He looked at Jiang Huaiyue's resentful face, raised a hand, and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Huaiyue was caught off guard and crashed into his chest.

She lightly struggled free once, then let him hold her.

While he held her, she also clenched her fists and punched Shen Wuxiao's chest, more like venting her frustrations through a coquettish complaint.

"My fault. I won't turn my phone off again!" Shen Wuxiao leaned close to her ear and spoke softly.

Only then did Jiang Huaiyue stop moving. Instead, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist.

She would not say so many mushy words, but her actions had already shown that she truly had worried about Shen Wuxiao for a long time.

After holding her for a while, Shen Wuxiao slowly let go.

Looking at the breathtakingly beautiful face before his eyes, wicked thoughts began to stir in him.

He wanted her!

"Yue'er, did you really worry about me all day?"

Hearing that, Jiang Huaiyue finally came back to her senses and hurriedly broke free from Shen Wuxiao.

She immediately turned her back to him.

Her little mouth puffed up. "Who worried about you? Go wherever you want. What does it have to do with me?"

"Your mouth says one thing, but your heart says another!" Shen Wuxiao did not care. He reached behind Jiang Huaiyue, bent slightly, and hooked an arm beneath her jade legs.

With a princess carry, he lifted her into his arms.

"You... what are you doing? Put me down!" Jiang Huaiyue struggled once.

But Shen Wuxiao refused to let go.

He walked straight toward the villa.

Helpless, Jiang Huaiyue stopped struggling and instead said, "You left the car in the middle of the road. What if you block someone else's way?"

Shen Wuxiao chuckled. "This road only leads to the villa. How could any other cars come by?"

He could not be bothered with the car.

The urgent matter was to strike while the iron was hot.

Only after entering the villa did Jiang Huaiyue get down.

Yet she was still a little puffed up with anger, sitting on the sofa over there and ignoring Shen Wuxiao.

It was exactly the posture of a little girlfriend throwing a tantrum.

Shen Wuxiao naturally knew that, at a time like this, asking question after question would be pointless.

He decisively went over and pulled Jiang Huaiyue into his arms again.

At first, Jiang Huaiyue resisted, shifting her body to evade him.

But he still got his way.

Shen Wuxiao flexed his arms and made her sit on his lap.

He turned her to face him.

Their faces were inches apart.

Shen Wuxiao gently caressed her face. The next second, his lips pressed fiercely against hers.

"Mm..."

The sudden kiss was like a storm, catching her off guard.

The scent of male hormones swept over her from all directions, enveloping her.

Jiang Huaiyue's delicate body suddenly stiffened, her mind going completely blank.

She raised her hands to Shen Wuxiao's shoulders, instinctively wanting to push him away.

But when she felt his warm palm covering the back of her neck, she seemed to lose all strength.

As Shen Wuxiao parted her pearly teeth, she obediently closed her eyes.

As if everything were only natural, she forgot how to think.

She only instinctively held him.

The kiss was long and lingering.

Shen Wuxiao only felt as though Jiang Huaiyue's instinctive movements were about to tear his clothes apart.

After a long while, their lips finally parted!

Jiang Huaiyue's pretty face flushed red. She tilted her head slightly, as though afraid of being seen.

She had not expected things to progress so suddenly.

This was a first kiss in the truest sense.

What she had not expected even more was that she had originally come to help Lin Fan, yet she had instead fallen deeply in love with Lin Fan's so-called "friend"!