The Young Master's Escaping Bride Who Lost Memories-Chapter 253 - 255 [255] Trapped with Mr. Liang 1

The black man waved his dagger and charged at Shaochen, a trace of murderous intent flashing in Shaochen’s eyes. With a flip and a side kick, the knife clattered to the ground.

Shaochen advanced and, within a few moves, had the black-clad man beaten to the point of searching the ground for his teeth, screaming repeatedly.

Shaochen stomped on the black man’s cheek, who coughed up blood and pleaded regretfully, "Hero, spare my life! I’m begging you, please... I’m begging you..."

Shaochen’s lips twisted into a cold smile, "You don’t even know your own weight, yet you dare to mess with anyone! If I spare you, you’d only be trouble..."

After he finished speaking, Shaochen withdrew his foot.

The black man hesitated, thinking he had been spared, and quickly scrambled to kneel on the ground, "Thank you, hero... Thank... uh..."

Shaochen walked a few steps, then suddenly hooked his foot and kicked. The dagger on the ground flew into the air and plunged straight into the black man’s chest.

The black man’s sentence was left unfinished, as he froze, eyes wide open, and with a thud, he collapsed.

Shaochen didn’t even spare a glance back, swiftly moving towards Xia Xiaonuan.

Seeing Xia Xiaonuan’s pale face, standing dumbfounded in front of him, a look of compassion flashed in Shaochen’s eyes. He lowered his head, glanced down, turned around, and searched around before picking up her sneakers from the ground.

Before Xia Xiaonuan could react, Shaochen was already crouching in front of her.

Grabbing her ankle, he noticed her still in a daze. He looked up and gently said, "Xiaonuan, lift your foot."

Xia Xiaonuan instinctively lifted her foot. The man’s warm, strong hand wrapped around her left ankle as he personally put her shoes on, then, under the lamplight, he naturally began to tie her shoelaces.

Xia Xiaonuan took a sharp breath, eyes wide as she stared at the handsome man crouched in front of her, hot tears welling up in her eyes.

The man wore a pristine white shirt, sleeves rolled up, his focused expression showing no hesitation. Yet, her heart at that moment was struck by an unprecedented shock.

Her head spun, knees gradually weakening. Like a puppet, she followed his direction in lifting and lowering her feet. All her senses concentrated on the man’s hands at that moment.

It all felt like a dream.

She remembered once in her childhood, playing Eagle Catching Chicks with other kids at the orphanage. She ran wildly behind a group of children, clutching their clothes, her tinkling laughter echoing through the air, playing joyfully.

However, at that moment, Nan Mo, who was watching nearby, suddenly stepped forward and pulled her out of the crowd.

"What are you doing?" Panting with heavy breaths by an old, chipped corner of the wall, Qiqi, annoyed at being interrupted, pouted and looked at the boy in front of her with dissatisfaction.

Nan Mo looked at her somewhat helplessly and sighed.

Then he crouched down in front of her, tying her loose shoelaces impatiently while saying:

"Every time your shoelaces come undone, you don’t notice. You know you can easily trip, right? Last time, you almost got your shoelaces stepped on by Fattie and fell flat on your face, didn’t you? Xia Qiqi, why don’t you ever remember?"

Having fun, Qiqi then realized her shoelaces had come undone, stomped and dirty, even mud-stained. The young Nan Mo, with long and beautiful fingers, very clean, yet he cared not a whit about grabbing her dirty shoelaces and retying them.