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To live in his room?

Was there a mistake? Why would he want her to stay in his room? What was he trying to do? Had he thought of a new way to torture her? *

The thought of the humiliation she had suffered on the day of her wedding made her shiver. She raised her head to look at Sister Amin, wanting to find out what her plan was. "Sister Amin, Young Master …"

As if seeing through her warm thoughts, Sister Min glared at her and said in a high-pitched voice, "Gentle warmth, don't be so cheap. You're the one who took the trouble to stay in his room, young master." "Shit, it's all thanks to your eight lifetimes of good fortune that you were able to live in his room, do you understand?"

Noticing that her sister wanted to eat her up, Warm Snow curled her lips and timidly nodded. She didn't dare to ask anymore questions.

"…" Ah Min glared at her and spat at her. She turned around and was about to leave. However, she had only taken a few steps when she seemed to remember something and turned back to the warmth.

"Calm and warm, don't say that I didn't warn you in advance. Young master is young master, you have no choice but to obey. "Be smart, and be obedient. Don't make trouble for the young master and make him angry again." Sister Amin stared at him warningly.

After hearing her 'advice', Warmin hurriedly nodded.

"In the Yi family, no, anywhere. Young master is right when he says you are right. Young master is wrong when he says you are wrong, do you remember?" *

Warm nodded.

After she confirmed what she wanted to say, she left the room in peace.

However, when she saw the back of Sister Amin and thought of sharing a room with Yi Hao tonight, she wanted to cry but had no tears.

He packed his things and warmed up as if he were facing a great enemy. He picked up his foot that looked like a shot ball and walked step by step toward Ihao's room.

When they arrived at Yi Hao's room, He Wen took a few deep breaths at the door. He then nervously raised his trembling hand, lightly knocked on the door, and then called out softly: "Young Master, I can …" "May I come in?"

Because she was too nervous, her warm voice trembled.

As for Ihao, he was sitting in the living room, carefully organizing the documents that Ming Hao had passed to him. However, when he heard a mosquito-like sound coming from outside the door, he couldn't help but frown.

He rubbed his temples, then lowered his head and went back to his paperwork.

"Come in!" Half a day later, Yi Haotian lazily replied without the slightest emotion.

In the time it took for him to reply, it felt as if every second was as long as a year. It was only when she heard his voice that she let out a sigh of relief, then carefully pushed open the door.

As she pushed open the door, she saw that he had stripped off his formal, formal business attire and was leaning back on the sofa, casually taking care of his paperwork.

The bright lights sprinkled on his body, making him seem all the more demonic and charming. His entire body was emitting a dazzling brilliance. It was so piercing that it was so warm that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Feeling the warmth of his gaze on them, Ihao watched the computer screen. His slightly buried face raised an almost imperceptible smile.

He raised his eyebrows, then raised his head and nonchalantly looked at Warmth, "Warmth, you are really free. Rather than just standing there staring at me blankly, why don't you hurry up and pack your things! I hate Ling. I hate being dirty! I'll 'cure' myself of the poison, and then I'll clean up the whole house! With you in this room, I don't want to feel nauseous! "

She turned around in a panic and walked into the room to put her things away, but when she walked into the room and looked at the neat rooms, there was a constant smell of sunlight and a hint of masculinity in the air.

Warmth did not know where to put her things. After hesitating in the room for a long time, she finally found a small empty drawer in the most inconspicuous and remote part of the room. She carefully put her things in before she let out a sigh of relief.

She stood up and was about to 'disinfect' herself. However, the moment she turned around, her gaze suddenly fell upon the only bed in the room. Thinking back to how her life was worse than death with Yi Hao, her face suddenly turned deathly pale.

Was she going to sleep in the same bed tonight? Could it be that Ihao was going to do the same thing to her as he had done a few times before?

Thinking of how she had been tortured to the point that she wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide, a layer of intense fear instantly covered her warm heart. She looked at the bed in horror, then turned and ran away.

However, just as she turned around, she bumped headfirst into Ihao's arms.

"Ouch!" Warmth covered his nose, which was in pain from the impact, and let out a soft moan.

"Cold and warm, did you run into a ghost? Everything is fine, why are you in such a hurry? " Ihao angrily pushed away the warmth, then rubbed his chest, which was hurting slightly from her impact.

Seeing that Yi Hao was angry, Wen Wen immediately apologized: "Young master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I just suddenly... "Suddenly …"

"No," she explained in horror, her timid gaze sweeping to the only bed in the room.

Ihao saw the horror and panic in her eyes as she looked at the bed, and his mouth twitched.

What was this woman thinking? Did he think he wanted to force her again? What was in her mind?! Did he really feel that way in her heart... Bad?!

With that thought in mind, Ihao's face turned ashen. With a long face, he growled, "Warm up, go take a bath immediately!"

With that, he turned and strode out of the room.

When she saw that he was suddenly angry, and that she didn't know where she had made him unhappy, she felt wronged to see him leave the room, but she didn't dare disobey his orders. She turned around and went to the bathroom to take a bath …