Before Pulling the Trigger

Xie Limo pulled Yun Bixue's hand and sighed gently. "If you really want to hit her, use a weapon or let the guards do it. Must you use your own hands and hurt yourself?"

Yun Bixue withdrew her hands. She pursed her lips and stared hard at Xie Limo. "Is she your old flame? Why didn't you tell me that she showed you her body?"

Xie Limo caressed Yun Bixue's head. "Don't you trust me?"

Throwing a tantrum, Yun Bixue turned away and softly said, "Of course I do. I was just angry that she insulted you! You can look at anyone else except her! What a lunatic."

Xie Limo held Yun Bixue's hand and gently kissed it. "The guards are still watching. I'll tell you more when we return home."

Yun Bixue didn't budge at all, so Xie Limo could only wrap his hands around her body and pull her forward. "Be good and listen to me. You can ask me anything once we're home."