Chapter 795: Still Running

Yaen Chi encountered someone who dared to confront him head-on for the first time.

Although Bo Yanching didn’t say a word, he saw clearly that the man before him wanted to take Nan Jiaojiao away.

He entangled the man to eliminate distractions, making it convenient for Bo Yanching and Nan Jiaojiao to talk, so he deliberately led Yeh Hannian away.

But Yeh Hannian was no fool and always managed to close the distance between them.

On the other side, Bo Yanching directly opened the passenger side door.

It was locked.

He knocked on the car window twice, and Nan Jiaojiao inside met his gaze.

“Get out.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t move, and neither did he, neither giving an inch.

After a long while, she pushed the car door open, and Bo Yanching stepped aside to make space, positioning himself just where the door opened.

He didn’t leave her any chance to run.

No sooner had she poked half her body out, Bo Yanching grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

Such sudden action, how could Nan Jiaojiao stand steadily, she fell into his arms.

Bo Yanching, unsteady below, staggered before he spun around, his back against the car, catching her and holding her in his embrace.

After catching his breath a few times, he asked through gritted teeth, “What are you running from, what trouble have you caused that I can’t shoulder?!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyelashes trembled, but she didn’t lift her head.

Bo Yanching insisted on lifting her chin, placing his hand on her face, his broad palm cradling her face.

He looked deep into her eyes.

“You can’t leave the assassin organization, but you managed to change your name and hide in Rongcheng City?”

Nan Jiaojiao’s gaze flickered, suddenly fixing on his face.

The astonishment in her eyes was caught by him.

Bo Yanching continued to guess, “They’ve come for you now?”

“How did you…”

“Afraid of dragging me into this?” he interrupted.

It started as a guess, but by the end, it was certainty.

In his eyes, Nan Jiaojiao suddenly embodied the identity of a “fugitive assassin” and had become someone willing to sacrifice herself and hide again to avoid burdening him—was she such a love-struck fool?

She almost wanted to laugh, and indeed, laughter escaped her.

Bo Yanching thought the girl must be foolish.

His mood was very bad at the moment; he couldn’t bear to scold or hit her, yet tonight, he was truly furious, his jawbones protruding fiercely, his facial contours as sharp as a blade hidden in the cold wind.

“Where are the people watching you?”

“Huh?” Nan Jiaojiao reflexively responded with a sound.

Bo Yanching’s breath became heavier, “I’m asking where they are, the people who are capturing you?

Where are they hiding and watching you?”

“…”

“Afraid of involving me and yet you leave me with this mess, now you’re hugging and holding me in the street; does that mean those who want to capture you have taken notice of me too?”

“Bo Yanching…”

“Shut up, I’ll be less angry if you don’t talk!”

Nan Jiaojiao managed a small smile, “You talk a lot tonight.”

Bo Yanching bit down hard, pinched her waist, then raised his hand to pull her face close and kissed her as he leaned down.

When they were inseparably entwined, he freed one hand to support the back of her head and her neck, leading her to lift her head again and again, almost crashing into his mouth.

The kiss was clumsy, with teeth clashing against each other.

Bo Yanching tapped her chin, turned with her in his arms, trapping her between the car and his embrace.

The kiss didn’t last long, and when they parted, Bo Yanching really wanted to bite her hard, but he restrained himself and just nipped gently at the corner of her mouth.

He asked in a husky voice, “Will you run again?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up at him, her hands on his shoulders, lips pursed in a light laugh.