"Okay, I'll help you kill," Nan Mufeng said softly, patting her back, comforting her. But his own heart was ablaze with a vast flame.
Anyone who dares to harm his woman, no matter who they are, cannot be forgiven!
His murderous intent was no less than hers.
As a soldier, an embodiment of justice, he couldn't just kill people on a whim.
Jian Xi cuddled up with the quilt and moved closer to him, gently touching his chin with her nose: "You are a soldier."
"I am your future husband."
"Don't just kill people..."
"Andre is not human."
Jian Xi knew he was serious, and she felt afraid. She didn't want him to break the law for her. After some thought, she started to recount softly what had happened that day.
"In fact, he didn't get off easy. My kick almost crippled him..."
Nan Mufeng listened intently, and the fire in his heart diminished a bit.
So, Andre didn't even get the chance to touch her.
"Xiao Xi, you are strong," Nan Mufeng hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead.