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After ten seconds, the criminal,with barely any strength left, passed out.

Xia Yao could finally be at ease and got his act together.

Yuan Zong, for safety, forcefully hold the man to the ground, in case he suddenly came round. Yuan Zong even checked everywhere and found two cartridge clips and put them into his pocket.

Can you now let me out of here, now? Xia Yao mumbled to himself while banging the window.

However, Yuan Zong ignored him. He grabbed the criminal on his own and unceremoniously marched him to the nearby car, tied him up with the prepared rope, and lastly pushed him into the trunk. Not until everything has been taken care of did Yuan Zong return to Xia Yao's bedroom window.

The only figure Xia Yao could make out through the opaque glass was the blurred image of a tall, muscular man running under the pouring rain.

Suddenly, the window was flung open.

Xia Yao asked, "Where is he ?"

"Already tied up, tomorrow I'll turn him in to the police."

He pulled out the pistol and the cartridge clips and threw them inside.

Xia Yao took them but of course not feeling satisfied. He gazed at Yuan Zong in rage.

"Why the hell did you bolt the door huh? Who on earth do you think you are? Some big shot? Oh for the love of God the ego in you! Did you think you can just put up a one-man show when beat up all the bad guys one by one and it makes you the hero, huh. Motherfucker, I am the real cop here Fucking hell, who gives you the right to interfere in MY JOB, huh?!"

In answer to Xia Yao's outburst of anger, Yuan Zong calmly replied, "I just simply didn't want you to get wet."

Xia Yao froze up. So many things he was about to say then couldn't seem to be able to put into words.

"How are your wrists? Are they still painful?"

Xia Yao humphed, "They're fine. The pain is long gone."

"Show me your wrists."

"What for?"

Not giving Xia Yao a chance to resist, Yuan Zong took his arm and pulled it out the window. He ran an eye over it and doubtfully asked again. "Your wrists are really fine ?"

Not waiting for an answer from Xia Yao, Yuan Zong tightened his hands which was, comparing to the last time, even more powerful. He really enjoyed the obviously infuriated look from Xia Yao. Yuan Zong gently smiled at him and said, "Sweet dreams."

He slammed the windows, wiped the water off his face and walked to the car.

Once again, Xia Yao tried to open the windows. He...this time...didn't succeed either.

Yuan Zong's force on the wrists was really no joke. When Xia Yao's hands finally regained its movements, the rain had already ceased. Xia Yao could have said agressive words but still, took the time to wash and dry all of Yuan Zong's clothes, put them into his bags and took it outside.

Yuan Zong was leaning back against the car seat, sleeping, when he heard someone. His lids lifted a slit, a dark shadow was inching closer outside the window.

"Oi, they're yours "

Yuan Zong was all wet, so the fresh, warm clothes that came with a slight fragrance nearly melted his heart.

While Yuan Zong dressed up, Xia Yao turned away on purpose. When Yuan Zong was done, he gave Xia Yao the wet clothes.

Xia Yao quickly figured that everything was there except for the underwear. He wasn't intending on asking but why the clean and perfectly dried underwear was put aside instead of replacing that previously "borrowed" wet one really bothered him.

"Why don't you change your underwear?"

"So you'd rather want it back ?"

"Keep it for all I care!" Xia Yao coldly grunted.

A small smile played on Yuan Zong's lips. "Go to sleep."

Xia Yao stood still.

"Don't believe me? I'm going to pull you in and do you this instant."

Almost immediately, Xia Yao angrily shut the car's door and ran away nervously.

Yuan Zong watched him, the way he fled so quickly, and couldn't help but feel butterflies at the pit of his stomach.

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My poor Xia Yao is falling for that boy and he doesn't even know it! >_<

Love,

Ann