Shen Yinan had been staring closely at the man's movements. The moment the other party turned around, he turned around and wanted to squat down, curl up, and hide in his shell like a snail.

But Xue Du reacted faster than him.

He pressed Shen Yinan's shoulders and pressed him into his arms without allowing him to be rejected.

Shen Yinan was shocked.

A sigh sounded above my head: "I'm suddenly feeling very low and need someone to comfort me. Please don't reject me, okay?"

The boy's fingertips were numb, but he still responded muffledly.

"Um."

He stretched out his hand and put it around Xue Du's waist.

With my face pressed against his chest, his embrace, filled with the scent of wood, was so gentle that the panic in my heart miraculously dissipated slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, Xue Du patted his back gently and said, "I feel better now. Let's go."

Shen Yinan woke up as if in shock and got out of Xue Du's arms.

He glanced at the place where the middle-aged man had just stood.

There was no one there any longer.

Shen Yinan’s tense body relaxed instantly.

He pursed his lips and went home with Xue Du.

Shen Yinan kept his head down all the way, thinking he was calm, but he didn't know that his nervous look when searching around from time to time was taken in by everyone.

At night, Shen Yinan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. At around 1 a.m., he took a sleeping pill from the cabinet and fell asleep in a daze.

After his breathing calmed down, the door was opened from the outside.

Xue Du walked slowly into the room, his eyes swept over the sleeping pills, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The person on the bed turned over without noticing, and the quilt was kicked under his thighs.

Xue Du sighed lightly, picked up the quilt and just covered it with the blanket, but the other person shuddered even more in reaction.

The boy's voice trembled, and his unconscious whisper seemed to be broken: "Don't touch me..."

Xue Du's expression slowly froze.

This was the first time in all the time they had been together that Shen Yinan had such a resistant and panicked expression.

But Xue Du knew clearly that this was not for himself, but for another person.

To someone who hurt him deeply.

*

The next morning.

Xue Du made breakfast, but Shen Yinan was still sleeping. He cleaned up the kitchen, changed into a suit, and went out.

The car to pick him up was already waiting downstairs.

As he got into the car, the secretary in the front seat looked back at him.

"Are you in a bad mood? No one is bothering you, right?" Ji Yuansi looked at his boss's tightly pressed lips through the rearview mirror.

"Nothing." Although he said that, the curve of his lips raised a little bit.

What's going on? Did the couple have a fight?

The secretary didn't ask any more questions and handed over the materials needed for the morning meeting.

After talking about work for a while, Ji Yuansi thought of something else.

"By the way, the person who robbed your boyfriend's house last time has been found." Ji Yuansi said carefully, "But he's not a robber, he should be an acquaintance of your boyfriend."

The curve of Xue Du's lips became a little colder.

He placed one hand on his leg, his eyelids raised, full of coldness: "Is it the Zhao family?"

"You know?"

"I have a guess, but I don't hope it's true."

The last time the apartment was broken into, Shen Yinan was still holding back his anger, and he was quite determined to bring the person to justice.

But after seeing the surveillance video, the boy's expression instantly froze and his attitude changed to not pursuing the matter.

Although Ana Shen tried his best to hide it, it was not difficult to see that the person in the surveillance video was someone he knew.

It was someone he knew, yet also someone who frightened him.

The social circle of the introverted teenager is very small, so it is not difficult to guess the result.

However, Xue Du hoped that this would not be the result.

At least if it were someone else, Shen Yinan wouldn’t be afraid.

Ji Yuansi handed over a photo and said, "Zhao Xingde has two sons. This is the eldest son, Zhao Zhenyu. He was the one who broke into the house and robbed it last time."

The man in the photo is about thirty years old, with prominent cheekbones and shifty eyes.

Xue Du hummed, then asked, "Did you ask why he came?"

"not yet."

After Ji Yuansi finished speaking, Xue Du looked at him coldly, obviously with a bit of disgust.

Ji Yuan thought about it and told the truth: "He is living in Gu's house now."

After the words were spoken, there was silence in the car for a moment.

An invisible pressure permeated the dead silence, and the driver didn't even dare to breathe hard.

"Can."

Xue Du curled his lips, his eyes filled with coldness: "You even dare to touch him, don't you take me seriously?"

He said to the driver, "Uncle Zhang, go to Gu's."

"Now?" Ji Yuansi paused and reminded him, "There will be a regular morning meeting later."

"Cancel." Xue Du said.

Ji Yuansi looked at his expression and asked, "How are you going to deal with this?"

"Hmm...that's a good question." Xue Du adjusted his sitting position casually and looked out the window.

After a few seconds, he asked, "How about asking them to kneel down and apologize?"

His tone was not harsh, even bland and cold.

But those who are familiar with Xue Du know that beneath the ice is boiling hot magma.

Xue Du rarely gets angry. He believes that most things in the world are not worth his anger.

His emotions are precious and not everyone has the right to affect them.

If you say this to others, many people will think it's very childish.

But when Xue Du said it, there was no doubt in people.

Seeing him like this, Ji Yuansi suddenly remembered something.

One day in his second year of graduate school, he and Xue Du passed by a bar outside the school and heard a few thugs saying they were going to teach a student a lesson.

Xue Du stopped at the entrance of the alley, handed the book in his hand to Ji Yuansi, said "keep it for me" and went in.

Not long after, a few hooligans begged for mercy with bruised faces and noses, saying that they would mind their mouths.

I didn't pay attention at that time, but now I think about it...

The person those ruffians were talking about wanting to teach a lesson to was Shen Yinan!

Ji Yuansi stared at Xue Du suspiciously and couldn't help but blurt out:

“…When did you become interested in Ana Shen?”