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Seeing the leather shoes, he took a deep breath and every hair on his body stood up.

"Cold and warm …" Ihao's deep, magnetic voice rang out slowly. The voice that was obviously very gentle entered her ears, but it turned into something horrifying.

Warmth trembled slightly, instinctively lowering his head.

Yi Hao took off his sunglasses. In an instant, his face that was so handsome that it was difficult to accept the heaven and earth exploded. Exposed in the air, his sharp yet cold eyes suddenly narrowed as he carefully sized up this extremely miserable woman in front of him with interest.

Although his hair had already been tidied up by the warmth, it still looked extremely comfortable. It was a mess. Thin droplets of water dripped from the hair on her forehead. The pale pink maid uniform had actually been dyed black by the sewage …

Her hands were clasped behind her back, and blood dripped from her fingertips to the ground.

The maid next to them was so frightened that her face turned pale. They stared at her in horror, not knowing why she was in such a sorry state.

Sister Min, on the other hand, noticed the displeasure in Yi Hao's eyes. She frowned and moved forward to pull on the warmth. Didn't she know that her young master was a germaphobe in the past half month? He actually came here so unkempt …

"Cold and warm, did you specifically run here to pick on me?" Yi Hao was the first to speak.

Hearing this, Warmth's whole body quivered. She lifted her head and shook it vigorously. A thin layer of mist had already covered her large and spirited eyes.

Seeing the distinctive palm marks on her cheeks, Ihao frowned slightly. He reached out and grabbed her jaw and lifted her head so that she was facing him.

"Who did this?" Ihao asked nonchalantly. Hearing this, her eyes flickered slightly.

Did she understand that he cared about her?

Warmth bit her lips and opened her mouth to say that she had accidentally made it, but Ihao's lazy voice cut her off.

"Ah Min, find the one who created this palm. I reward her heavily." Yi Hao turned his head slightly to instruct Ah Min. He then turned his head and ridiculed her in a cold voice, "This palm print on your face is not lazy at all. I feel very comfortable looking at it!"

With that, he shook off the warmth of his jaw and looked down at her with disdain. He spread his hands elegantly, and she immediately put the clean handkerchief respectfully on his palm.

Warmth stared dumbly at Ihao, wiping his hands as if he'd touched some virus. He was disgusted.

Her eyes reddened again as she saw this. She sniffed, raised her eyes timidly, and stared in horror at the tall man in front of her.

"Ah Min, you should know how punishment is meted out to those who make me lose my appetite!" After saying that, he threw the handkerchief onto his warm face and left.

"You … "You, you, you …" When Amin saw him leave, she was so angry that she couldn't even make out a normal sentence. She raised her finger to point at her warm nose. She wanted to scold her until her blood dripped from her face, but because she was too excited, she couldn't say any vicious words. In the end, she could only forcefully squeeze out a sentence from between her teeth, "Scram back first. I'll deal with you later, hmph —"

Ah Min snorted and followed him inside in a fluster. At the crowded entrance, she was the only one left standing there motionlessly like an abandoned puppet.

Warmth's heart throbbed with pain as he saw Ihao's retreating back. She stood still for a long time. Only when she was sure that Yi Hao really wouldn't turn back did she turn around and leave. However, the moment she turned around, the corner of her mouth curled into a faint, self-deprecating sneer …