lcionline Is Chapter 309 a fit of pique?
Is Chapter 309 a fit of pique?
Is Chapter 309 a fit of pique?
Yan Ye forced his way in.
That evening, Yan Ye came downstairs and gave Yue Yirou an order: "Yue Yirou, it's late, go upstairs and go to sleep."
Yue Yirou sat on the sofa, hugging a cushion and staring blankly without looking up: "I'm sleeping on the sofa tonight."
She didn't want to sleep with him anymore.
Yan Ye was actually quite happy because she told the truth. He wasn't annoyed by her words and turned around to go upstairs to get his blanket and pillow.
"What are you doing?" Yue Yirou asked the man squatting on the ground spreading out a blanket.
The man continued spreading out the blankets without looking up: "You sleep on the sofa, I'll sleep on the floor."
Yue Yirou: "..."
Can you please stop torturing her like this?
Knowing that if she stood up and went upstairs to her room to sleep, someone would definitely roll up the blanket and follow her, Yue Yirou gave up the idea.
That night, she slept on the sofa, while Yan Ye slept on the floor next to the sofa.
The streetlights outside provide some light, so even without turning on the lights, it's not pitch black.
Yue Yirou glanced at the person sleeping on the floor, wanting to see if he was asleep. He wasn't asleep, so she didn't dare to sleep.
However, glancing to the side, I met a pair of eyes as bright as stars, shining especially brightly in the dim light.
It must be admitted that Yan Ye has a pair of exceptionally bright eyes, sparkling like stars and captivating the soul.
Wait, what is she thinking?
Her initial intention in glancing at him was not to compliment his bright, star-like eyes.
Yue Yirou quickly looked away, no longer looking at him.
Why isn't he asleep yet?
Yan Ye didn't speak, but just gazed at her quietly, thinking that once she fell asleep, he would pounce on her and kiss her endlessly.
The night is getting deeper and deeper.
Yue Yirou's eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
What to do? She was really sleepy, but someone was still staring at her with wide, predatory eyes.
I can't sleep. If I fall asleep, I don't know how much he'll take advantage of me.
But I'm so sleepy.
Just as Yue Yirou was about to succumb to sleepiness, a strange noise suddenly came from outside the door.
She jolted awake and sat up abruptly, all sleepiness gone.
Yan Ye also sat up, his brows furrowed.
There were people outside trying to open the door, and judging from the noise, there were more than one or two people.
How could something like this happen again?
Yue Yirou wanted to go over and turn on the light, but Yan Ye stopped her, asking, "Where is the power switch?"
He not only wouldn't let us turn on the lights, but he also cut off the power.
Yue Yirou realized that she should call the police in this situation, so she picked up her phone, intending to call Zheng Hui.
Suddenly, someone tapped him on the head: "I'm right next to you, why are you making a phone call?"
Yue Yirou: "..." She didn't call him.
"I'll call Officer Zheng."
"What? Call him?" Someone tapped her on the head again. "I'm right here beside you, and you still want to call someone else? Do you think I'm a pushover?"
Yue Yirou: "..." She really wanted to knock back. Right now, she should call the police. Otherwise, what's the point of having the police?
For safety's sake, Yue Yirou ignored Yan Ye's icy expression and insisted on calling Zheng Hui, but she found that her phone suddenly lost signal and she couldn't even call 110.
Yan Ye took out his phone and saw that there was no signal. His handsome brows furrowed even more deeply.
It seems there's no signal around here for the time being.
Unable to make a phone call, unable to call the police, and unable to contact anyone at Xingye Pavilion, Yue Yirou's fear intensified.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Yan Ye sensed her fear and held her in his arms to comfort her.
"Yan Ye, let's move some things to prop the door shut." At least it can hold out for a while.
"It's no use, it's a waste of time and energy. We might as well find a place to hide."
After looking around, Yan Ye carried Yue Yirou behind a cabinet in the corner.
He held her in his arms, protecting her tightly, and she could feel his care for her.
He clearly still cares about her, but why won't he admit it?
Is he acting out of spite?
Are you angry that she won't abort the baby in her belly?
Yan Ye, you're such a blockhead.
Yue Yirou sighed inwardly and looked up at Yan Ye. He was turned to the side, listening intently to the sounds outside.
In the dim light, he pursed his thin lips, his face cold and calm, showing no trace of his previous outburst, as if he had become a completely different person.
This is the real him, isn't it?
She reached out and hugged Yan Ye's waist tightly, pressing herself against his chest and clinging to him close.
Feeling his warmth and smelling the faint minty scent on him, Yue Yirou's fear gradually subsided.
The person outside doesn't seem to be very good at picking locks; they haven't been able to open the door for a long time.
If you listen quietly, you can still faintly hear the sounds of arguing.
"Aren't you a recognized lock-picking expert? How come you can't even open such a simple lock?"
"I always open high-end locks like safes, not these low-end locks."
……
Yue Yirou and Yan Ye were both sweating profusely.
Who on earth is this stupid?
"Forget it, it can be done with one shot, don't bother."
Suddenly, someone outside said something, followed by a very faint sound. Their guns were equipped with silencers, so the shots were almost silent.
When Yue Yirou heard that they had guns, she turned pale with fright.
This is no ordinary thief or criminal.
She unconsciously gripped Yan Ye's robe tightly, looked up at him, and her eyes showed nervousness.
"Don't be afraid, we have guns too."
As Yan Ye spoke, he reached into the pocket of his bathrobe, pulled out a pistol, adjusted it, and cocked it, all in one smooth motion.
He suddenly produced a pistol, and Yue Yirou was stunned for a moment. Before she could react, Yan Ye took out another pistol from his bathrobe pocket, adjusted and loaded it, and then put it in her hand.
This was the first time she had ever held a real gun. Yue Yirou's hands trembled as she said, "I...I don't know how to use it."
"Just hold it steady for me." He still had one arm around her, and if a fight broke out, he might drop the gun, so it was better for her to hold it.
He never intended for her to shoot someone; he knew she couldn't, and he didn't want her hands to be stained with blood.
Yue Yirou understood what he meant, nodded, and gripped the gun tightly in her hand, but she was still very nervous.
Yan Ye sensed it, and if he could, he really didn't want her to see these things with her own eyes.
She'll be scared, she'll have nightmares.
Yan Ye decided to only injure people, not take their lives.
Just then, the door opened, and seven or eight masked men in black rushed in from outside.
Because the lights were off inside, they couldn't adjust to the ambient light immediately and couldn't see clearly for a while.
But Yan Ye was different from them; he saw everything clearly.
His pistol was also equipped with a silencer, making him capable of killing silently.
The moment the men in black burst in, he pulled the trigger, each shot hitting the wrist of the man holding the gun with perfect accuracy.