"Ah!" Nangong Xue screamed when she saw Yan Kaixuan charging straight at her.
There was no one else here besides the two of them. If she fell into Yan Kaixuan's hands, there would be nothing more to say—her life would definitely become a tragedy.
But she had no idea what to do. She instinctively pulled out the small knife Chen Mo had left her and held it to her throat. If things truly came to that, she would just do it herself and end it all.
As for the things Chen Mo had told her before leaving, she had forgotten every last word in her panic. All she could do was open her mouth and scream.
When women got nervous, they opened their mouths. Either way, it was utterly speechless.
Yan Kaixuan had nothing to say about that. He had seen this situation plenty of times, and done it plenty of times too. Now that such a perfect opportunity had fallen into his lap—and with a woman he had coveted for years—he was even more excited.
His eyes gleamed, and a lewd smile curled at the corners of his mouth.
"Hahahahaha!"
But when he was about ten meters away from Nangong Xue, a flash of light suddenly appeared. Something like a huge transparent cover rose up and blocked his path.
He slammed into the light curtain and was bounced away as if he had hit a rubber ball.
Looking at the light curtain shaped like an enormous bowl, which covered Nangong Xue over an area of several hundred square meters, Yan Kaixuan was furious. What the hell was this thing? Why was it stopping him?
Yan Kaixuan refused to accept it. He turned sideways and rammed his shoulder into the light curtain again, using all his strength, but the soft