Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

I don't know if it was because I stayed in the dark for too long or because it was too cold, but my head was buzzing and tears flowed from the corners of my eyes, flowing down my nose and falling onto the floor with a 'plop' sound.

"Shen Qing, don't you want revenge?" Qiao Yisha shouted tremblingly.

"Kill me if you can."

……

She swore that she would rather have been shot to death than to stay in the dark, which was much more painful than that.

As she shouted, her voice became softer. In a daze, she seemed to dream about the drama that Nangong Xianyue had once taken her to see: [Love in the Castle].

She lay on the soft, sunken bed, her eyes empty, her amber pupils pale, unable to see anything even in the gorgeous and bright living room.

I can only watch the darkness before my eyes eroding me.

Until the cold and evil man hurried to the bed, reached out and pulled her into his warm embrace.

Her amber pupils finally showed a hint of life, and she grasped the man's collar tightly, as if she was grasping at a life-saving straw.

It was not until then that she was willing to admit that she had never forgotten Nangong Xianyue. Even though she tried hard to avoid thinking about him, her subconscious mind would always remind her from time to time.

She dreamed of that evil and charming face almost every week. After almost a year, not only did she not forget that person's face, she even remembered it more clearly.

Maybe he had already forgotten about her, maybe he had already had love affairs with several women, maybe they would never meet again in this life.

Maybe…if they met again, she would ask him why she looked exactly like his deceased wife, why he acted so much in love with her but told others that he would not marry her.

"Nangong Xianyue..." Qiao Yisha murmured unconsciously, and tears on the floor fell down one after another, forming a small puddle.

"Nangong Xianyue... I'm so scared... Where are you?"

I don't know how long it was before the door was pushed open with a creaky sound. Light poured into the room, just illuminating the girl curled up on the ground.

Her golden brown curls were scattered all over the floor, and her skirt was covered in mud, so much so that you couldn't tell its original color.

The exposed arms were dazzlingly white and were tied in front of the body with hemp rope.

She looked extremely disheveled, but it formed a sharp contrast with her own temperament, making her look like an angel who had fallen into a quagmire.

Nangong Xianyue's heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by a hand. He knew best how afraid she was of the dark. Those people actually dared to tie her up alone in the dark room. His narrow eyes were filled with anger.

After just one look, he strode forward, knelt on one knee and reached out to pick up Joysa.

Joysa did not faint. Due to the extreme mental tension, she shivered violently almost reflexively.

"Who are you?" she said in a hoarse voice.

Because her eyes were blindfolded, she couldn't see who was coming, so she sat up vigilantly and moved to the corner like a wounded little leopard.

Nangong Xianyue frowned distressedly, and pulled her into his arms regardless of anything, pressing her head against his chest: "Little Yisha, it's me."

Joysa's breathing even stopped. Was her prayer heard by God?

How did she hear Nangong Xianyue's voice?

"Am I... dead?" She moved her lips, "How did you end up in Hell City?"

“Don’t talk nonsense,” Nangong Xianyue held her tightly with his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, and rubbed her hair with his face, “I’m coming.”

He untied the black cloth on Joysa's face. Joysa slowly opened her eyes and met a pair of narrow eyes.

The light grey pupils were staring at her, filled with burning emotions that shook her heart at a single glance.

“Nangong Xianyue… is it really you?” Qiao Yisha’s red and swollen eyes shed tears again, “It’s really you, I’m not dreaming.”

Her hands were tied in front of her and her upper body could not move. She could only move her legs to get closer to him.

"I miss you so much... take me away... take me away," she moved her knees and kept burrowing into Nangong Xianyue's arms, crying out of breath, "Nangong Xianyue, it's so dark here, I'm so scared..."

Nangong Xianyue resisted the urge to hug her back and let the girl in his arms rub against his chest.

He lowered his eyes to look at the top of her hair, and opened his thin red lips slightly: "I didn't say I would take you away."

Qiao Yisha's body froze, and she looked up at him with eyes as red as a rabbit's, "Nangong Xianyue, didn't you come to see me?"

Nangong Xianyue just lowered his eyes and looked at her without saying a word.

God knows how much he wanted to hold her in his arms, love her and coax her.

But she was too disobedient to be forgiven so easily.

"Can you take me away? I don't want to stay here anymore," Qiao Yisha cried one after another. The aftereffects of fear had not yet worn off, and her mind was still a little confused. Her voice became more and more hoarse, and soft words flowed out one by one, "Nangong Xianyue, I will agree to anything you say. Please, love me, like before."

"You know I loved you before?"

Qiao Yisha nodded hurriedly, "I know, you are the best, you love me the most, please save me, okay?"

Nangong Xianyue looked at her slightly pale lips that kept spouting nice words, and her Adam's apple rolled, "Kiss me."

"what?"

"If you want me to take you out, the condition is that you always listen to me. From now on, you have to do whatever I say," Nangong Xianyue lifted her chin, "Do you understand?"

Joysa nodded immediately.

"Then now, I'm going to say kiss me." Nangong Xianyue narrowed his narrow eyes.

Without hesitation, Qiaosha knelt on the ground, propped up her knees, and kissed him on the lips, kissing him again and again in a flattering manner.

Nangong Xianyue finally couldn't bear it anymore. He raised his hands and hugged the girl he had been thinking about, kissing her back hard. The ambiguous sound of their saliva blending filled the air. He didn't let go of her until the girl in his arms couldn't breathe after kissing her.

Qiao Yisha's cheeks turned red from the kiss, and her pale lips also had a rosy color. However, she was already exhausted and had even less strength left, and collapsed in Nangong Xianyue's arms.

Nangong Xianyue took out a dagger and cut the hemp rope, took off his coat, wrapped Qiao Yisha in his arms, and left the cold and dark room.

Joysa's mind was completely relaxed, and she leaned against the strong and warm chest, and fell asleep with her head tilted.

After all this trouble, it was no surprise that Joysa developed a fever, which reached over 38 degrees.

He kept groaning in pain in his sleep due to a headache, and occasionally muttered short sentences like "It's so dark, so cold" in his sleep.

Every time at this time, Nangong Xianyue would stroke her forehead and comfort her softly.

It was a long sleep and Joysa was awakened by hunger.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the intricate crystal chandelier on the ceiling, which was dazzling.