Su Mu instinctively stepped back until his back pressed against the vehicle on both sides. Only then did he slightly turn his head and say in a flat voice,
“You have many secrets.”

Luo Beiyao said nothing. He stared at Su Mu.

After a moment, he suddenly stretched out his arms and braced them against the car window, trapping Su Mu in a narrow, confined space. As the warmth of his breath drew closer and closer, Su Mu silently raised a hand to cover his mouth.

In Luo Beiyao’s completely abnormal state, Su Mu didn’t dare make any move to resist. If he truly angered him, Su Mu didn’t dare imagine the consequences. At the same time, his wariness toward the black mist surrounding Luo Beiyao deepened.

Su Mu had always been calm and lazy by nature. He was good at controlling his words and actions and rarely showed his emotions.

Yet this time, he had recklessly confronted Luo Beiyao head-on, almost courting death.

And he had succeeded in angering him.

Now his thoughts were a little muddled—he couldn’t figure out how he was supposed to retreat safely from this situation.

It was only at this moment that Su Mu realized something.

Deep down, he was actually afraid of Luo Beiyao.

Su Mu stiffened his face, neither speaking nor moving, standing there like an actual block of wood—until the other man reached out and grabbed the back of his neck.

Su Mu, “……”

Luo Beiyao forced him to lift his head, staring straight into those midnight-calm eyes.
“If it were Lu Shuangshuang chasing after you instead of me,” he asked quietly, “would you be this resistant?”

Su Mu glanced at him. His thin lips pressed together unconsciously.

If it were a girl pursuing him, he definitely wouldn’t react this strongly.

But he knew perfectly well that saying that out loud right now would be equivalent to seeking death, so he shut his mouth and didn’t make a sound.

The less said, the fewer mistakes.

Luo Beiyao saw straight through his thoughts. He let out a cold laugh and reached up with his other hand, clamping it around Su Mu’s slender, pale throat—tightening his grip little by little.

Su Mu’s eyes widened slightly.

This situation was highly unfavorable to him. Having lived in the military for so long, he knew very well that once someone had a firm grip on your throat, it only took a few seconds before you completely lost the ability to move.

He instinctively struggled.

The next moment, he was slammed hard against the car window. The back of his head hit the glass with a loud bang. Entirely on the defense, Su Mu’s vision swam. His head spun violently, darkness flooding his sight, and it took a long while before he could even begin to recover.

Then his lips softened suddenly.

It was as if the other man had crashed into him. Su Mu didn’t have time to react—their lips and teeth collided heavily, and a thick, metallic taste of blood instantly spread through his mouth.

Su Mu tried to turn his head, only to realize that, once again, he seemed to have lost control of his body. He couldn’t move at all. His fingers clenched tightly from tension, his vision still pitch-black.

Faced with Luo Beiyao’s nearly perverse ability, the fear Su Mu felt toward him finally surfaced, bit by bit, deepening unmistakably.

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Luo Beiyao hadn’t yet had time to do anything further when a slightly shrill cry suddenly rang out beside them.

The person let out a short scream, then quickly realized she had interrupted something inappropriate and hurriedly stopped herself. Following Xin Qimeng’s gaze—one she hadn’t had time to withdraw—the others saw Luo Beiyao, who had just returned from Su Mu’s side to the driver’s seat.

In an instant, everyone understood.

Yet, strangely, no one questioned why Luo Beiyao had clearly been driving just a moment ago, and then, without any transition at all, the vehicle had stopped. Or why he was suddenly pressed up against Su Mu.

No one questioned it.

No one noticed—

That missing stretch of time.