Chapter 565: Xi, You've Touched Him. Shouldn't You Be Responsible for That?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"He's not the thief. Earlier, I bumped into him while chasing the thief. He's lost." After saying that, Nian Xi said to her colleagues in a low voice, "He's mute. He doesn't know where his home is, and he doesn't have a cellphone."

Her colleagues now understood what had happened. A male police officer whispered to her, "Xi, he's not faking it, is he? Everyone uses cell phones these days. I guess he wants to go after you, and that's a trick he plays."

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Nian Xi was puzzled for a second and then felt that was highly possible. She turned back, pulled a long face, and said to the man, "Are you lying to me?"

The man was confused. Nian Xi lost her patience. She directly reached a hand into one of his trouser pockets. The man automatically turned his body to dodge. Nian Xi moved too fast, so as a result, she accidentally grabbed the area between the man's legs and then felt something soft in her palm.

She was stunned. The man paused in shock for a few seconds, then quickly took a few steps backward. His eyes popped as he stared at Nian Xi. His ears turned red, and the streetlights could not conceal that redness. The group of male colleagues didn't know what to say. Nian Xi blushed as well. She really wanted a hole to crawl into.

She had only seen the private parts of little boys, not that of grown men. And of course, she hadn't touched any. Isn't it a little... too soft? she wondered.

"Why did you touch me?" Jiang Yuning breathed quickly. His heart was thumping. The area between his legs was hurting, so was his lower belly.

"You're not mute." Nian Xi recovered from the shock. "Why did you pretend to be mute?" Her entire face had turned red. His voice was clear and gentle and pleasant to hear.

Jiang Yuning pressed his lips together, took out a sticky note, and wrote—I don't like talking.

Nian Xi didn't know what to say. Are you crazy? You don't like talking? Do you like writing then? She thought, What is your mouth for?

"I didn't mean to touch you. I was trying to find out if you have a cellphone in your pocket," Nian Xi murmured in explanation.

Jiang Yuning lowered his head, put his hands into his pockets, and then turned his pockets inside out. Nian Xi then understood that he really did not have a phone. With no other choice, she brought him back to the police station.

On their way back to the city, a male colleague made a joke. "Xi, you've touched him. Shouldn't you be responsible for that?"

Nian Xi immediately blushed. Her palms were burning. She even wanted to cut off her hand.

Back at the police station, Nian Xi brought the man into her office. His outstanding appearance immediately caught people's attention, including all the police officers and suspects. A female officer named Bai Ying sneaked over to Nian Xi and asked, "Xi, where did you get him? He looks so young and juicy. I'm so aroused."

Nian Xi speechlessly glanced at her female colleagues who were apparently inexperienced. She explained what happened again, then turned to ask that strange man, "Mister, can you please tell me your name?"

Jiang Yuning shook his head.

"I'm asking your name. Can you tell me that?" Nian Xi repeated the question impatiently.

After being yelled at, the man's dark eyes showed a trace of grievance. A short while later, he wrote—I can't.

Nian Xi almost vomited blood. You can't tell me your name? Are you famous or what? she thought.

"If you don't tell me your name, how am I supposed to contact your family and find out where your home is?"

They'll find me, he continued writing.

Nian Xi was relieved. Alright, keep your name secret if you want. As long as you don't worry that it might be quite difficult for your family to find you.

It was about the time to get off work. Nian Xi stayed at the police station for a while, occasionally turning back to look at that man. He was sitting there straight, looking both silly and cute. From time to time, he raised his head to watch the television that was hanging on the wall.