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As expected of a great hotel. With a sigh, she washed her hands and feet quickly. In less than five minutes, in that small and shabby yard, she had already gotten used to using the fastest and most economical method to tidy herself up.

After the rain had passed, summer arrived very early. There was already a faint red light shining through the thick curtains outside the window.

Joy stood by his bed and looked around at the thick Egyptian carpet where she sat cross-legged.

Pink wounds could be seen on her knees, but she didn't feel any pain. She rested her hands on her cheeks, and she was as quiet as the air in the room. Even Shen Canghao's faint breathing could be heard clearly … The first time he was dragged by Wen Jing to a chaotic place like the bar, he was at a loss. Then came the conversation with Song Jiaming, who sat in front of her all night, talking and laughing, like the sun that had suddenly broken into her closed mind.

The first time he confessed, he even had a somewhat bashful smile. He would freely chat and laugh in front of others, but when he met her, he was actually a little cutie who was at a loss for what to do … On their first date, he tried to shake her hand and called her Yan'er. She bashfully rejected him, but his worry and panic … She bit her lip and bit her lips. However, was the good Song Family Ming the same person she remembered when she was at her wit's end?

Shen Canghao knitted his brows. From his slightly narrowed eyes, he saw a face that alternated between laughter and tears … After a full minute, her eyes landed on his face, yet she seemed to lose focus as she cast far away. Shen Canghao suddenly let out a soft cough and slowly sat up.

Huaiyan was so scared that her entire body trembled. She frantically wiped away the tears on her face. She missed her face and didn't dare to look at that man. "You're awake. I have something to say."

She just wanted to get out of here, out of this luxurious room that she thought was a dream.

Shen Canghao slowly got off the bed, his pajamas hanging on his body in a mess. He walked straight to the window and opened the curtain, the sunlight falling in like gold and gold, covering his entire body with a layer of gold. He lazily stretched and casually lit a cigarette, "Speak."

Huaiyan, however, was dumbfounded. From the angle she looked over, his face was astonishingly beautiful. The way he squinted his eyes and took a drag from his cigarette really moved a woman's heart.

"You look like that too many times. This young master has seen too many women …" He smiled evilly and lowered his head. A thick cloud of smoke blew on her face, causing her to instantly cough awkwardly. Seeing her bedraggled appearance, he seemed to be in a good mood as he laughed heartily.

She stared at him sullenly and said with some hatred, "You are too rude."

"Wrong, you should consider my actions just now as an honor …" He hugged his arms and narrowed his eyes as he looked at her, looking like a foppish, hedonistic young master.

"Whatever." Huaiyan glared at him and extended a pair of white, transparent hands. "Now, First Young Master, you should pay the bill."