Chapter 111 (1/2)

To Tease, We Both Are a Cheating Couple

“What!” Nan Xun stood up and asked anxiously, “Did you find out the name of the assassin? Is it… is it Yan Han?”

Cuihuan cried and shook her head, “This slave is incompetent and didn’t find out. This slave only knows that the assassin has been transferred to the punishment department.”

As soon as Nan Xun heard the words, “punishment department”, her figure suddenly trembled. “Punishment department? If you go into that kind of ruthless place, you might not have a life!”

“Cuihuan, Cuihuan, you have to enquire again, be sure to find out the name of the assassin!” Nan Xun tried her best to maintain a calm expression, but her flickering eyes revealed her worried and nervous mood.

Cuihuan nodded vehemently and left in a hurry.

The void beast applauded, “Dear, your acting skills are superb. If I didn’t know what your true nature is, even I would have been deceived by you.”

Nan Xun maintained a restless state and returned to the inner hall. She slammed the door shut and yawned, “Little eight, it’s time to reel in the net that has been cast for so long.”

Little eight was at a loss and asked quickly, “What net did you cast? What? When did you cast it?”

Nan Xun replied, “If it weren’t for me giving Yanmo Han a hint, telling him that my heart might have been moved by him, how else would he do this today? Ai yah, it’s time to indulge, I’ve been working so hard lately.”

Little eight: …

Nan Xun was “frightened” the entire night and Cuihuan who went to investigate the captured assassin hasn’t returned yet. She looked out the window at night sky, which was getting darker and darker. The white moonlight spilled through the window, and a layer of silver light reflected on her dark eyes, which looked a little moist, as if she was crying.

She didn’t know how long she has been looking out of the window, when suddenly a dark shadow passed by her sight.

Nan Xun’s expression changed, and she slammed the door open and ran out.

However, there was no one in the yard. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had just imagined the black figure she had glimpsed before.

Just when Nan Xun turned back the house dispiritedly, she looked up and saw a man standing a few steps away, and her feet suddenly stopped.

He was still garbed in a black tunic over his brilliant figure, his silver mask shined coolly in the night with his thin lips gently pursed.

“Yao Yao …” The man whispered, and the short two words he called out lingered and tasted intimate.

Nan Xun endured it, and finally couldn’t help it. She burst out crying, running towards him and fell into his arms.

Yan Han hugged her quickly and tightly.

His voice sounded deeper and more hoarse in the night, “Yao Yao, I didn’t want to disturb you again, but I couldn’t help but still want to visit you.”

Nan Xun cried and shook her head. “Don’t say that, stop talking. Yan Han, I like you. I might really like you!”

Yan Han’s figure shuddered suddenly, and lifted his head violently, “Yao Yao, what did you say? You…I…I didn’t hear you correctly just now, did you say that you like me?”

However, the huge joy on Yan Han’s face was replaced with worry once he saw Nan Xun’s tearful face. He carefully wiped the tears from her face, “Yao Yao, don’t cry. Tell me what happened, who bullied you, I’ll beat them up!”