Feng Yan had just connected the call, and before he could say anything, the other party muttered sothing and hung up.
He was really speechless. Wasn’t this guy always so confident? What does this an these days?
Glancing at the elder sleeping on the bed, Feng Yan set the phone aside.
On the other end of the call, Xia Yinian wanted to retort but saw the man’s smug smile.
"It’s fine. Ah Yen said Grandpa is already asleep, so you should rest well here tonight," Gu Beicheng put down the phone, got off the bed, and picked up the girl.
Feeling embarrassed, Xia Yinian didn’t have much ti to dwell on the earlier issue.
However, she seed to have seen Beicheng say two sentences before hanging up. Did Ah Yen really speak?
Before she could think further, they both walked into the bathroom.
Seeing the situation in the mirror, Xia Yinian suddenly felt extrely shy.
"I can do it myself, put down," she struggled a bit, speaking in a low voice.
"Alright." Gu Beicheng gently set her down but still held her tightly.
eting his burning gaze in the mirror, Xia Yinian punched his stomach, only to hurt her fingers against his abs.
When Gu Beicheng turned his head, he saw the girl wince in pain and felt a pang of sympathy.
"What happened?" He seed a bit nervous, yet he hadn’t noticed he had been punched just now.
"Nothing..." Xia Yinian glanced at her little hand and was startled by the situation in the corner of her eye.
This guy, didn’t he just...
She grabbed his arm and pushed him.
"Turn around, get out!"
If this continued, how long would she have to endure? So things were just too terrifying; she might take years to get used to it, let alone a few days.
Gu Beicheng obediently turned around, but his head still glanced towards the mirror.
"Close your eyes, get out!" Xia Yinian ordered.
If it were the old her, she definitely wouldn’t dare speak to the Seventh Young Master this way, but now it was different, and she had to save herself.
If a man goes crazy, can he really say and do whatever he wants? No one can guarantee that.
"Nian Nian, you’ve improved." The front man with closed eyes spoke with a joyful tone.
"What, improvent?" Xia Yinian pursed her lips, glared at him, and imdiately went to grab a towel.
Only by wrapping herself up did she feel safe.
"Of course, I an that... skill." The man’s voice rang out again.
"Wha- what skill? Gu Beicheng, hurry up and get out, I’m not feeling well."
Xia Yinian’s previously pale face suddenly turned a shade of color.
"On the bed." Gu Beicheng tossed out three words, turning to face the girl behind him, "I was very comfortable just now, how about you?"
"Gu Beicheng! Get out!" Xia Yinian imdiately closed her eyes.
This guy didn’t have a stitch of clothing on, how could he be so calm?
"Nian Nian, you’re shy again." Gu Beicheng stepped forward, picking her up horizontally, heading to the shower.
"You said, only once tonight!" Xia Yinian humd coldly with her eyes closed.
"I just want to help you wash, what are you thinking about?" Gu Beicheng held her with one hand, while the other adjusted the water temperature.
"As long as you don’t lose control and press down on , that’s fine. I’m only allowed once, but you can ask as many tis as you want."
Adjusting the water a bit warr, the man’s gaze fell back on the girl, raising an eyebrow purposely.
Xia Yinian took a deep breath, suddenly at a loss for words.
Is this really the Seventh Young Master? So fake! But, why does it feel so real?
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