2 Chapter 2 : Her Words Were Cut Off When Suddenly Chu Zhaoyang Pressed Her Even More Tightly In His Arms

The sweet aroma carried the smell of the morning dew, and passed into his nose from the soft and delicate skin in his arms. The soft and fragrant feeling in his arms made him reluctant to let go, and he unconsciously tightened her waist with his hand, feeling the softness of his palm through the soft and thin fabric.

Gu Nian panicked. Her whole body was surrounded by the masculine scent of mint, and she immediately struggled out of his embrace.

The softness in his arms kept rubbing him, which made Chu Zhaoyang got infuriated early in the morning, and her soft hair brushed the tip of his nose and his thin lips inadvertently. Chu Zhaoyang's breath was rough, and his burning palms clasped her waist tightly, pressing her into his arms to prevent her from moving.

He lowered his head, his lips swept over her ears, and his slightly drunk and hoarse voice whispered beside her sensitive ears: "Don't move."

Gu Nian's ears went numb, and her whole body was hot. She panicked even more and struggled even harder: "Let go of me, I still want... ah!"

Her words were cut off when suddenly Chu Zhaoyang pressed her even more tightly in his arms as he turned around.

Then, a cry of pain was heard.

Before she could even react, she had already been let go.

Before she had the time to tidy up the clothes that were wrinkled by Chu Zhaoyang, she saw the thief lying on the ground, crying over and over with his arms folded, and a dagger was lying on the ground in the distance.

A crowd of onlookers said: "Girl, you are really lucky. If it weren't for this young man, you would have been stabbed by a thief."

Only then did Gu Nian realized that Chu Zhaoyang hugged her just now was to protect her.

At this time, a policeman in uniform rushed over and handcuffed the thief. Gu Nian returned the handbag to the middle-aged woman who hurried over afterwards.

The woman bowed repeatedly in gratitude: "Thank you, thank you so much, girl!"

The policeman grabbed the thief and walked towards to Gu Nian and Chu Zhaoyang: "Thank you for your help, and I'll have to trouble you two to follow me back to the police station to make a statement of what happened just now."

"I am also a policeman, and this is what I should do." Gu Nian smiled faintly.

"It turned out that you are the same as me!" The policeman was surprised and gave a thumbs up, "You run really fast."

After finished speaking, he led the thief to the police car.

Gu Nian looked at the expressionless Chu Zhaoyang, and smiled embarrassedly: "Just now, thank you."

Chu Zhaoyang nodded slightly with a drooped face, his movements were not obvious, his black eyes were like an ancient well without waves, and they were so deep that Gu Nian didn't dare to stare too much.

Looking at his indifferent attitude, he didn't seemed to want to talk more, Gu Nian scratched her head, and could only catch up to find the policeman.

Chu Zhaoyang followed behind her, his eyes slightly lowered, his long and thick eyelashes blocked the light in his eyes, he raised the right hand that had hugged Gu Nian just now, the soft touch of his palm seemed to be still there.

He leaned his palm to the tip of his nose and sniffed, it seemed that he still carried her sweet smell.

He held his right hand, rubbing the thumb lightly on the knuckle of the index finger.

He looked up at Gu Nian who was walking in front of him, her steps were light and her ponytail flicked, reminding him of the feeling of her hair brushing the tip of his nose and lips just now.

That girl seemed to be very active towards him, it seemed that she liked him a lot?

Chu Zhaoyang straightened his tie, his back became straighter and straighter, and a little pride appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The thief was arranged in the back seat, and Gu Nian was about to sit in. Suddenly, her wrist felt hot and she was pulled back forcefully.

She turned around in astonishment, and saw Chu Zhaoyang standing behind her, with his strong chest pressed against her arm. The palm of his wrist felt so hot that Gu Nian trembled, and she was about to struggle in panic, but Chu Zhaoyang's grip was even tighter, and she couldn't break free no matter what.