34 You Are Mine Only! (2/2)

The papers flew in the air and landed on the floor, creating a beautiful image of hopelessness on the floor.

Still not satisfied, Bo Jiang punched his desk, his fist flowing out a river of bitter blood. While tainting the desk with his hand, Bo Jiang's lip trembled and remembered the first time he met Ying Yue.

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In a desolate alley, Bo Jiang stood there, his face lifted upwards like a lone wolf howling to the moon, hiding in the coat of darkness from the fallen city night.

The rain poured down hard on the man and mixed with the blood of the dead bodies laying on the cold hard floor.

” Hey, you freaking idiot! Not only there is blood on you everywhere but you are still standing there like an idiot waiting to die? ” a young girl yelled at him.

She approached him and handed him her umbrella, ” If you wanted to die, you could have just let those people beat you up to death, don't make me worry about your life if you are just going to end it. ”

Ying Yue unapologetically cursed at him, looking at him like he was the worst dumbass on Earth.

Immediately after handing him her umbrella, Ying Yue ran away as she was now the one that was going to be soaking wet.

Bo Jiang slowly looked down to his bloodied hand that barely held onto the umbrella's handle which eventually fell: his broken wrist too weak to hold it.

The black umbrella dropped into the water puddle forming around the man.

With her keen senses, Ying Yue turned back and confirmed that the boy was so weak that he couldn't even hold an umbrella properly.

Ying Yue cursed him in her heart and ran back to him.

She then proceeded to rip her white T-shirt, making it into a long bandage.

Ying Yue skillfully wrapped the umbrella's handle onto the stranger's arm with the tissue, making the umbrella lean on his shoulder, supporting it and barely blocking the rain from touching him too much.

Finishing her bow at his wrist, Ying Yue looked satisfied with her job and told the man to lean onto the wall.

When he sat down, Bo Jiang finally saw the face of the girl: her hair dripping wet onto her slim neck, her clear eyes and her rosy lips forming an unhappy expression made the girl look very cute.

Bo Jiang lowly chuckled at her sight before he felt himself weaken, his eyelids drooping and drifting into a deep sleep, ” Thank you...”

He barely whispered before sinking into utter tenebrosity.

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Remembering their first meeting, Bo Jiang felt his reason snap and resolved himself to take her back.

Ruffling his usually neatly combed hair, his aura instantly changed - from sophisticated to wild - a beast ready to be released and go on a rampage.

” Ying Yue you are mine, mine only! ” Bo Jiang laughed cynically, a dangerous light flashing into his somber eyes.