C18

Behind the apartment they lived in was a bustling pedestrian street with everything to eat and plenty of Chinese restaurants. Su Wanbai was only twenty years old, still considered to be an age to play. She savored all kinds of delicious food, but very quickly, she found that she was full and burped non-stop. Her father intimately wiped her oily little mouth while nagging. This child had been a foodie since she was young. She wouldn't be able to walk even if she saw delicious food. It was as if everything had gone back to how it had been when she was a child, sticking to her father every day, flying around like a little bird. It was a rare moment of comfort, a feeling of relaxation and happiness that she had never felt before.

Seeing that the sky was about to darken, just as they were about to head home, a Chinese bookstore suddenly appeared in their line of sight.

"Dad, go in and pick out a few books." Su Wanbai embraced his father's arm, his face full of joy.

"Sure." Dad said.

The owner of the bookstore was a fat, middle-aged man who looked very friendly. Seeing that it was two Chinese, he came to meet them and shook their hands warmly. Who would have thought that after leaving the country, people with black hair and black eyes would feel extremely close to each other?

"Hello, have you just arrived in Vancouver?" the boss asked.

"Yes, that's right." Su Huali said.

"Prepare to stay for the long term, or …" the boss asked.

"Maybe." Su Huali laughed.

Su Huali selected a few classic novels, and when he paid the bill, the owner specifically gave him a 20% discount. Before they left, the owner even said that if there was nothing else, they could come to the shop to read, which was just nice for them to chat. He came to Los Angeles alone. He didn't have many friends, and he was usually bored in the store. Su Huali immediately agreed. He really didn't expect that he would be able to make friends right after coming to this strange country.

After returning home, Su Wanbai took a beautiful bath and prepared to go to bed.

There seemed to be a faint fragrance floating in the room. In fact, she had smelled it yesterday, but did not pay much attention to it. There were no flowers, plants, or incense cartons, so where would the fragrance come from? Could it be the furniture? She sniffed here and there, but there was nothing there. After searching for a long time, he finally found a strange box under the bed. It was strange because it was shaped like a pentagon and couldn't be opened at all. Carefully holding it in her hand, the pungent smell made her suddenly hot.

A trace of coldness flashed across Su Wanbai's face. Could it be that someone had intentionally left it here?

So was the feeling of the ghost press last night because of it?

An unprecedented fear gripped her heart. Even the rate of her heartbeat changed. No way, she had already escaped to Canada, but the pursuer had still followed her? However, thinking about it, she felt that something wasn't quite right. If it was that group of people, they should have taken her life more directly. Why did they need incense?

Balls of questions churned through her mind. She found stacks of old newspapers, wrapped them in layers, and then slipped out the door and buried the box in a corner of the yard.

"Wanbai, what are you doing?" She didn't know when, but her father was quietly standing behind her.

Su Wanbai was shocked, she staggered when she tried to stand up, and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing her daughter's pale white face, Su Huali held her in heartache.

"I happened to find some seeds in my room, and I just can't sleep right now. I just want to plant them in the yard and see if they can grow out." Su Wanbai didn't want his father to find out that he was lying. She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Yun Che.

There was no need for his daughter to lie to him about this, so he didn't mind. He yawned several times and went back to his room to sleep.

Su Wanbai wanted to tell her father that she hoped it was just a misunderstanding. It might have been accidentally dropped by the hour worker while he was cleaning the house, or earlier, by the decorator when he came here. She tried to convince herself, but this was no ordinary box, it was a very large amount of incense, who would carry it around with them?

Sigh, I can't bear to think about it anymore.

Su Wanbai shook her head hard, wanting to rid herself of this nonsense that could only be called wild imagination.

Back in her room, she lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling.

He looked at the clock hanging in the moonlight. It was already 12 o'clock.

The door creaked open, and the locked handle of the door turned slightly. Su Wanbai held onto the corner of the blanket tightly, her heart in her throat. Before she could call for help, the door creaked open. Su Wanbai pretended to sleep, but her eyes narrowed a little and sized up the person who was coming towards him.

If it was just a regular thief, he should have left after stealing something. Since there was nothing of value in the house, just let him be. Tomorrow, he would find a better lock from his master, and the surrounding windows would also be equipped with a security net, which would be much safer. It was said that the security of this community was very good, so why would there suddenly be a thief? It looked like he would have to go to the security office tomorrow and ask them to increase their defense.

While the little guy was thinking nervously, the area above his eyes turned black.

A tall figure sat beside her bed, his features blurred by the moonlight. However, the special male scent on his body assaulted her senses. It was once again the strange and familiar feeling she had had in her sleep last night. An enlarged version of a handsome face came over, the corner of his mouth had a smile that was not there, reflected in Su Wanbai's eyes. She only felt a "boom" in her head, it was actually that demon, Murong Aotian!

"Why are you here?" Su Wanbai fiercely pushed Murong Aotian and quickly sat up.

"He should be here soon." Murong Aotian was first shocked when he heard her, but he quickly calmed himself down.

He walked over, picked up a lock of Su Wanbai's hair and placed it under his nose to smell it carefully.

"Did you find the incense I put under the bed? Women are too smart, you understand? " Murong Aotian smiled playfully.

"How did you come here?" Get out of here! " Su Wanbai snatched her hair from Murong Aotian's hands and glared at him.

"You have a bug in your phone that I put on, but I didn't expect you to give it up, so you gave me an opportunity. And this apartment is mine, so if you want to scram, it's you who should scram, not me! " Murong Aotian suddenly bent his heart and fiercely kissed Su Wanbai's lips.

Sweet, tender, smooth, her lips so alluring that he wondered how many other adjectives he could place there to describe her beauty.

What? The person to receive the plane was not the person sent by Jin Yichen? So it turned out that Murong Aotian was doing this on purpose. He knew that Su Wanbai would not reject Jin Yichen's good intentions, so he used him as a shield!

Su Wanbai was unable to resist Murong Aotian's brute force and weakly fell into his arms.

Just as Murong Aotian was feeling complacent, Su Wanbai bit on his lips with the last of her strength. A strong fishy smell filled her mouth. Murong Aotian frowned, and subconsciously pushed Su Wanbai away, his face full of astonishment. This woman was indeed tough. He stretched out his index finger to wipe his lower lip that was wet with blood, and then laughed sinisterly.

In the heavily colored night, Murong Aotian's facial features that were as sharp as knives became even deeper. If he was placed on the canvas, he would definitely be a shocking piece of work.

Su Wanbai, what are you thinking about? You still have time to think about what's going on right now. The most important thing right now was to get rid of this bastard.

"You have guts!" Murong Aotian whispered.

"Why aren't you letting me go?" Su Wanbai wanted to calmly talk to him.

"Your body fragrance is very unique, I really like this smell." Murong Aotian thought about it for a long time before he finally gave an answer that caused everyone to not know whether to laugh or cry.

What kind of bullshit reason is this? You're just a beast. You're just enjoying trampling others." You are a pervert, a devil! I just want to live a peaceful life. Can you stop pestering me? You have your world, I have my world, we'll go our separate ways, and we'll have nothing to do with each other from now on, won't it? If you want any woman, you can have her. Su Wan Bai was practically begging him.

Was this still that arrogant Su Wanbai from before? What was she doing? She was begging him! Didn't she refuse to beg him even if she was beaten to death? Initially, she had been so resolute in throwing herself into Jin Yichen's embrace, without even turning her head back. At that time, perhaps he should have made up his mind and cut off all ties with her.

"I'm addicted. What should I do?" Murong Aotian squinted his eyes, the depths of his eyes could not be seen.

"That's your problem, it has nothing to do with me! Get lost now, now, now! " Su Wanbai roared.

"Say it again loudly, I didn't hear it!" Murong Aotian said shamelessly.

Of course Su Wanbai wouldn't say it out loud, his father was downstairs in the master bedroom. If he came upstairs, how would she explain her relationship with Murong Aotian to her father? Go to the police? Murong Group had a great influence in Canada, and she had unintentionally heard of this a long time ago. She did not want to let her father into a hopeless panic, and even more so did not want to let Murong Aotian mercilessly trample on her time and time again.

Su Wanbai bit her lips until they were the white of the crescent moon.

Murong Aotian seemed to have deliberately slowed his movements, as his scarlet eyes occasionally swept across Su Wanbai's eyes, which were filled with despair. At this moment, she was like an unconscious corpse, not even a breath to be seen. She turned his head away in disgust, his long fingers gripping the sheet so tightly that even his knuckles were white from exertion.

Murong Aotian happily rode on, his sturdy back turning bright from the dense sweat.

"Hurry up!" Su Wanbai's voice was incomparably cold and hard.

Murong Aotian was stunned, his untamed eyes meeting Su Wanbai's cold face, suddenly lost all interest.

He slumped to Su Wanbai's side, smashing both his fists onto the bed, the heavy mattress on Simmons's bed bounced up and down as well.

"You did it on purpose?" Murong Aotian squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.