"Cough..."
Yeh Hannian pressed a hand to his lips and chuckled, "Xiao Nannan, such questions, they're not quite proper to ask a pure, innocent virgin like me."
Nan Jiaojiao's frown deepened.
Completely scornful.
But he wasn't self-aware enough to feel scorned and insisted on leaning closer, "It's true, I really don't have anyone else. I'm wildly loyal to you."
Nan Jiaojiao didn't want to back away; there was nowhere to hide here. If she stepped back and slipped, she'd only hurt herself. So instead, she stretched out her hand, used her fist to press against his forehead, and was about to push him away.
Suddenly, a whizzing sound approached from behind.
Both of their faces changed color at the same time.
By the time Nan Jiaojiao had a chance to react, Yeh Hannian suddenly leapt over, shielded her in his embrace, and took a bullet square in the back, right where the heart is located.
