When Li Ming arrived at the door with an impatient look on his face, he flung the door open and cursed, "Who is it?"
The next moment, the sound of dawn abruptly ceased.
The tall and slender Song Xijun stood at the door, a full head taller than Li Ming. Even through his old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses, one could sense the menacing aura emanating from his dark eyes when he lowered them.
Song Xijun merely raised her eyes slightly, and Li Ming couldn't help but take a step back, his face pale: "Song, Song Xijun? What are you doing here? It's class time!"
"So Chairman Li knew there would be classes."
As Song Xijun spoke, his tone grew increasingly impatient. He raised his hand to brush away his overly long hair, which he used to hide his face, and took off his black-rimmed glasses, revealing his narrow, dark eyes.
When stared at by that dark green, it felt as if she were being watched by a large wild beast, and a strong sense of crisis rose up. Under Li Ming's vigilant gaze, Song Xijun took the initiative and walked straight into the living room.
"Song Xijun, you pay up—"
"Bang!"
Before Li Ming could finish speaking, Song Xijun grabbed his head and pressed it firmly against the coffee table, making Li Ming's face almost contort against the cold glass surface.
But Song Xijun lowered her head, looking at him with a sinister gaze: "I don't like skipping class, so I took leave directly. I have plenty of time to waste with you this afternoon."
"So, where is Nguyen Thanh An?"
"Song Xijun, you fucking bastard—"
Before Li Ming could finish his cursing, it was already stuck in his throat and pressed back onto the table. Song Xijun's eyes grew increasingly impatient: "You have a really foul mouth, Chairman Li."
Dawn's face was almost contorted, his eyes filled with resentment.
Song Xijun's expression darkened slightly. Just then, he heard a faint sound. He suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the closed door not far away.
Li Ming, one of his men, was still struggling, but Song Xijun ignored him and quickly got up and went to the door, only to find that the door was locked because of Li Ming's caution.
His expression darkened slightly, and after a moment of silence, he kicked the door open—this house was rarely inhabited, the lock was old and had never been repaired, and it was on the verge of collapse after being kicked twice by Song Xijun.
The next moment, the door slammed against the wall!
Next, what came into view was Ruan Qing'an lying on the bed, almost unconscious. Her leaden eyes seemed to have lost their luster as she stared at him at the door.
"Wood, wood..."
"...Sorry I'm late."
Song Xijun's face darkened completely. He strode forward to the bedside, reached out and pulled Ruan Qing'an into his arms. Her slender body was almost curled up, and she looked pitiful.
Regardless of whether it was her past life or this one, and no matter what tricks Ruan Qing'an played, at least this time she was indeed helping him.
In the instant his thoughts drifted away, his fingertips were suddenly grasped by a soft hand. Song Xijun was slightly startled and subconsciously lowered his head. Ruan Qing'an seemed to be trying hard to stay conscious.
The only thing she could say was, "Take me away."
Take me with you.
Take her with you.
I'm going crazy...
【Affection Level: 25】
Song Xijun silently recited the mantra in his heart, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. The next moment, he directly picked up Ruan Qing'an and held her firmly in his arms.
As they walked out of the room, Li Ming, who had been beaten and unable to fight back, stood against the door, looking at them with a sinister expression, almost as if he was itching to bite them.
"Song Xijun, don't even think about taking Ruan Qing'an away. Now that you two are here, neither of you are leaving!"
"I'm going to have someone deal with you all today!"
As Li Ming spoke hysterically, he gripped his phone tightly, his eyes filled with intense resentment. Song Xijun paused, her gaze darkening.
The girl in his arms was still in great pain. Song Xijun tightened his grip on Ruan Qing'an's waist, sighed softly, and gently placed Ruan Qing'an on the sofa beside him.
He bent down and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his voice slightly hoarse: "Wait a moment, it'll be quick."
"No, don't do anything rash..."
Ruan Qing'an spoke almost in a murmur, his hand hooking around Song Xijun's clothes, but he had already stood up and walked straight toward dawn.
Seeing Song Xijun approach, Li Ming, who had been beaten, finally panicked. He held up his phone and kept backing away, saying, "Let me tell you, Song Xijun, I called for help!"
"Don't you fucking mess around, I'm warning you!"
He was still shouting fiercely just before dawn, but when he saw Song Xijun walk up to him, he immediately chickened out and turned around to open the door and rush out.
But just as he turned around, a large hand pressed down on the back of Li Ming's head, the force of the fingertips almost crushing his skull—a truly terrifying sight.
Before Li Ming could even react, his head was forced to slam against the door repeatedly until his face was covered in blood, a horrifying sight.
Song Xijun's eyes, however, showed no emotion whatsoever, like a heartless beast: "You are really annoying."
It's disgusting at any time.
The dull thuds continued, accompanied by the resounding blows.
Ruan Qing'an lay on the sofa, her body screaming weakness and pain, but her soul and mind still retained a sliver of clarity, indifferently scrutinizing everything.
037 stammered, "[Ancestor, if the male lead keeps fighting, people will really die...]"
Ruan Qingan looked up and, through a blurry vision, could see Song Xijun's crouching body, like a wild beast hunting its prey, crushing everything in its path to protect it.
"It's a vicious dog."
Just what she wanted.
Love is something that only becomes profound when it's intense and passionate.
Song Xijun was almost in a frenzy, and Li Ming's face was covered in blood. He was lying on the ground and couldn't even move, in a semi-conscious state.
Song Xijun finally stopped, but the ferocity in his eyes remained undiminished, and the surging, dark green danger intensified.
Admittedly, he wanted to drag Nguyen Thanh An into the abyss and make him sink into the mud.
But all of this is predicated on—
This quagmire and abyss is where they all fell, not this garbage.
Song Xijun finally stood up, glancing down at Li Ming on the ground, but just as he turned around—
The next moment, Song Xijun's face was slapped with the back of a hand. Although the back of the hand was used to control the force, it was still because of her anger.
Soon, a blush appeared on Song Xijun's face, but it didn't hurt or itch. He just looked at the person in front of him with his dark eyes.
"Song Xijun, are you crazy?!"
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