An Yuanfei made a welcoming gesture towards Su Yan
"From now on, this is your ho. Relax."
Looking up, what ca into view was a villa with a garden fountain.
Exquisite luxury everywhere.
Su Yan walked forward, her high heels clacking on the ground.
An Yuanfei noticed that Su Yan didn’t ask a single question.
He began to speak on his own
"Miss Su Yan, do you know the na of that good-looking guy just now?"
Su Yan nodded
"Quan Ci"
An Yuanfei was a bit surprised
"You know him?"
"No, it’s what the person he killed called him."
An Yuanfei nodded,
"Well, in general, he is... uh... a little difficult to deal with, but, not too much. Just do whatever he says, don’t resist, don’t be stubborn."
An Yuanfei said it almost jokingly.
After all, it wasn’t him who would be staying with that psycho later. He might as well coax this sowhat obedient cutie into it first.
Su Yan listened and nodded.
Thinking carefully, An Yuanfei realized that psycho had too many rules. He picked the most important one and reminded her
"If he ever falls asleep holding you again, just let him sleep, don’t wake him up."
"Oh, okay"
An Yuanfei saw how obedient she was and felt a mont of reluctance.
He couldn’t help but add a few more words
"Don’t you want to ask why?"
Then Su Yan compliantly asked
"Why?"
As the two of them talked, they had already reached the door. An Yuanfei lowered his voice
"He’s done too many wrongs, so the heavens are punishing him by not letting him sleep."
He said it as if jokingly, standing at the door, pointing inside
"Go on in."
Su Yan stepped inside, looking back to see An Yuanfei not entering, confused
"Aren’t you coming in?"
An Yuanfei stepped back a few paces, waving his hand with a laugh
"I’ll co by tomorrow, bye."
As Su Yan walked inside, she was t with bright white marble, winding crystal chandeliers, and even the staircases curving up to the second floor, the tables and chairs, all in white. A blinding sea of white.
Coming from the pitch-dark outside, it was a jarring flash to the eyes upon entering.
This house, cold and devoid of any human warmth, hardly seed like a place for soone to live, staying too long could feel a bit oppressive.
Drip, drip.
Blood dripped down from where Su Yan’s back was injured.
Xiao Hua spoke up
"Host, you’re hurt."
She then realized, it was the wound on her back where the bullet grazed her.
Just thinking about it, Quan Ci was coming down from the second floor.
Dressed in a black bathrobe, water droplets trickled down from his hair.
He saw Su Yan standing at the entrance, and the bloodstains on the floor.
Leaning against the stairwell, his peachy eyes curved, his voice hoarse and tinged with a lazy drawl
"Co here, I’ll treat your wound."
Su Yan stepped upstairs.
Following behind him, she went to a bathroom on the second floor.
Turn on the light, open the door.
He stood at the entrance
"Go take a shower."
Su Yan licked her lips,
Wasn’t he supposed to treat my wound?
How did it turn into taking a bath?
She wanted to say sothing, but rembering what An Yuanfei said before he left, she eventually walked into the bathroom.
Quan Ci leaned against the wall, his head lowered, mostly shrouded in shadows, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Su Yan took a swift shower, finishing in ten minutes.
All the heavy eye makeup and lipstick washed off her face.
She ca out wearing a white bathrobe.
Her wet hair, her body fragrant with the scent of body wash.
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