He just slightly turned sideways, and with an absolutely protective posture, protected Mu Xinrong more closely and completely behind him.
Then, he raised his purple eyes that contained storm and absolute zero ice. His gaze was like a solid ice cone carrying a heavy pressure, and finally fell on Ning Xiuyan's ghostly face again.
"Ning Xiuyan." Chao Youye's voice was even colder than Mu Xinrong's. Every word was like an icicle chiseled out from the extremely cold abyss, with the texture of metal collision and the pressure of freezing the soul.
"You seem to have forgotten Zhang Xuanhua's warning and the quagmire you should be in."
He paused for a moment, and deep in his purple eyes, it seemed as if the fire from hell was burning coldly.
"Stay away from my people." The voice was low, but it contained unquestionable, absolute power like the might of heaven and... a devastating warning!
"This is the last time. If there's a next time..."
Chao Youye didn't finish her words, but her gaze swept across Ning Xiuyan's violently trembling body like a steel knife scraping bones, and across his eyes that were out of focus due to extreme fear.
Those unfinished words were a thousand times more terrifying than any specific threat. It was a silent declaration of death from the head of the Chao family, a being who controlled only the tip of the iceberg of enormous power.
Ning Xiuyan felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and his limbs were instantly frozen. He looked at Chao Youye as if he were looking at a dead object, and Mu Xinrong's eyes that knew everything, and were filled with disgust and mockery.
And the words "Zhang Xuanhua's warning" were like a heavy hammer... The multiple layers of terrifying pressure were like three icebergs, hitting his heart hard!
He felt as if he had been stripped of all his disguises and thrown naked in the snowy and busy city. All his filth, ugliness, weakness and deep-seated fear were exposed in broad daylight.
“Plop!”
Ning Xiuyan could no longer bear the crushing pressure on his soul. His legs softened and he fell to the ground in a mess.
His expensive suit pants were instantly covered in dust and water stains. His face was pale, his eyes were vacant, his body was shaking violently, and his teeth were chattering.
He couldn't even utter a complete sentence, and could only make a hoarse, gasping sound like a broken bellows.
The huge fear completely defeated him, and he even felt a wet heat in his crotch - the extreme fear made him incontinent.
Mu Xinrong looked at Ning Xiuyan, who was sitting on the ground in an ugly state. The cold layer of ice in his eyes instantly faded away, and his eyes became clear and bright again.
He even wrinkled his nose in disgust, shrank back behind Youye, and muttered softly, "He stinks, even stinkier than a dirty pool, and I even peed myself...so disgusting."
Chao Youye lowered her eyes and looked at her lover who instantly turned back into "little sun" mode and looked a little aggrieved. The cold murderous intent in her eyes dissipated as if encountering the scorching sun, leaving only overflowing tenderness and heartache.
He raised his hand and rubbed Mu Xinrong's soft hair very naturally, his voice low and doting: "Yeah, it's dirty and smelly. It pollutes the air."
He held Mu Xinrong's hand tightly, interlocking their fingers, as if to isolate all the uncleanness in the world. "Let's go and eat sweet and sour pork ribs. Don't spoil your mood."
"Yeah!" Mu Xinrong immediately threw the "dirt" on the ground out of his mind, his smile became bright again, and he shook Chao Youye's hand vigorously. Without even looking at Ning Xiuyan who was lying limp on the ground, the two of them walked side by side towards the cafeteria.
The golden light of the setting sun shone on them through the gaps in the ginkgo leaves, stretching their backs, making them look long, warm and harmonious, as if the malicious farce just now had never happened.
Only Ning Xiuyan, who was sitting on the cold ground, covered in filth and emitting the stench of incontinence, twitched violently like a fish out of water and gasped for breath after Chao Youye and Mu Xinrong disappeared around the corner.
The overwhelming fear and shame washed over him like an icy tide. He struggled to get up, but his hands and feet were as soft as noodles.
The glances from the passing students, some with curiosity, some with contempt, and some with gloating, were like countless handfuls of salt sprinkled on his bleeding wounds.
The water of Guanghua is bottomless and chilling to the bone.
And he, Ning Xiuyan, is not even worthy of being a qualified chess piece in this autumn chess game.
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