C8

Three days later, the Ran Demon received a call from Jing Mu Chen.

For the past three days, she had been diligent and obedient to not force Jing Mu Chen to return.

Finally, he had to go home.

On the phone, Jing Mucheng's voice sounded a bit more relaxed, "Ran Yao, Qi Hua's condition has stabilized. I'll go home for dinner tonight and accompany you."

"Alright, I'll prepare a candlelight dinner and wait for you."

Ran Yao went to the supermarket and bought food, flowers and a new pair of candles and candlesticks.

When she returned home, she prepared western cuisine without stopping. Although she was in a hurry, there was still a hint of a smile on her lips.

Looking at his watch, he realized that it was about time for him to get home.

She placed all the dishes on the table, lit the candles, and placed the flowers in the middle of the table.

"Ding dong!"

The doorbell rang.

Ran Yao didn't have the heart to wonder why Jing Mu Chen didn't take out the key to open the door. She rushed to the door like an arrow, and without a second thought, she opened the door, "Mu Chen, you …"

The happy tone suddenly stopped. Ran Yao subconsciously wanted to close the door, but unexpectedly, the man who rang the doorbell already reached his legs inside the door. However, after a light push, his body slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

The man looked at the candlelight dinner on the table and smiled.

"What are you doing here?" The Ran Demon retreated, and his whole body began to tremble in fear.

"To continue the unfinished business in the parking lot, of course." "Mrs. Jing has always been unwilling to take the initiative to look for me, so I have to take the initiative to look for her. After all, only if a man takes the initiative to do so can both sides be satisfied."

"Get out, get out, this is my house, don't think that I'm afraid of you. If you dare do anything to me, I'll definitely send you to the bottom of the prison."

"You are willing?" The man stopped walking and stared at the expression on Ran Yao's face with great interest. He looked like a lion who was playing with his prey in his palm. The more emotional fluctuations the prey had, the more pleasure he would feel from it.

"I beg of you, please let me go. Mu Chen is going home soon, and I've just had a hard time waiting for a chance to cultivate anew. Please let me go, okay?" The Ran in the eyes was filled with expectation.

The man sighed, with a smile that was not a smile, "A slap on the face won't work. Since that's the case, let's have a drink together, Mrs. Jing. I'll leave immediately."

"Really?" Ran Yao couldn't believe it. After meeting for two times, this man would always try to get some benefits from her. But today, he actually planned on letting her go?

"Of course it's true." The man walked towards the table. Since the wine was already awake, he poured two cups for himself and served the wine before returning back to Ran Yao's side. He then handed one cup to her and said, "Unless, you insist on keeping me here and don't let me go."

"I won't." Ran Yao took the wine and hastily clinked it with the man's glass. Raising his head, he drank it all in one gulp.

The man found it funny, but he still drank all the wine in the cup. After that, he took the wine cup from Ran Yao's hands and walked towards the dining table.

"You should go." The Ran Demonic opened his mouth to chase them away.

After she finished speaking, her body began to heat up inexplicably. What followed, was emptiness, an endless cold.

"Yes, I will leave." The man put his wine cup on the table, but didn't leave as he had said. Instead, he walked towards Ran Yao step by step, "But, are you willing to let me go?"

A man's voice, magnetic and low.

The discomfort became stronger, her face flushed, her red lips parted, and her eyes blurred.

She looked at the man approaching her step by step, her breathing quickened as she backed off in panic, "Scram, why did you come over here? "You said so. After you finish drinking, you can leave."

Her intention was to yell at him, but the strange feeling in her body made the tone of her voice soften.

She bit down hard on her lip, forcing herself to calm down with pain.

At the same time, he realized that the man had added something unclean into the wine.

"Mrs. Jing, can you give me another farewell kiss before you go?"

"Don't even think about it." Ran Yao retreated to the sofa, while the coffee table was behind her, leaving her with no place to retreat.

"What about a farewell hug?"

"Don't even think about it." Ran Yao grabbed the vase on the tea table and threw it at the man, "I won't let you touch me again."

The man sidestepped the vase flying toward him.

The vase fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.