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She rarely had anything to ask of him, and basically, he always complied with her request. Thus, when he heard her request, he agreed without any hesitation.

"Alright."

That head paused for a moment, then laughed out, "Lin An, you didn't even ask for my request and agreed? Aren't you afraid that I'll let you kill someone? "

Morian's cold face warmed a little by her laughter, and his tone was as sure as ever. "You don't."

After experiencing life and death together, they were already very familiar with each other. Even if they couldn't share the same suffering, they definitely wouldn't harm each other.

"Alright, in truth, I just hope that you won't involve yourself in other people's affairs in the future." Although the woman's voice sounded light, it was a bit depressing. "I won't force you. As long as she doesn't interfere with you, you can let her go."

"..." "Alright." Mo Lillian paused for a moment before agreeing. Then, her eyes became a bit colder as she added, "But I hope that she is someone of no importance."

"Lin An, I …"

The voice on the other side was somewhat uneasy and panicked, which immediately alerted Mo Lian. His voice suddenly became cold, "Who is she?"

"..."

When Fu Xingchen returned to the villa, it was already dark. Her thin clothes made her feel cold. As soon as she stepped into the hall, she saw a man smoking a cigarette on the sofa.

He wore a white robe, which was now loosely draped over his lean body, revealing his casual and cool personality.

The way he smoked was elegant and lazy. His face was cold like jade, his clothes were slightly open, and his white collarbones were exposed. He was like a handsome man in the Department of Abstinence.

Because of the sound of Fu Xingchen opening the door, he stopped smoking. He put the cigarette in the ashtray and turned his head to look at Fu Xingchen.

At this moment, the white dressed Fu Xingchen had a hazy sense of beauty under the light. His face, which was as beautiful as a poppy, was slightly red from the cold wind and his clothes were thin. He gave off the appearance of a travel worn man.

Tang Yijue looked at her with a frown, got up, and walked towards her in large strides.

"So late?" He stopped in front of her.

Fu Xingchen raised his head and looked at his extraordinarily handsome face. He felt a warm feeling in his heart upon hearing his words. "I'll pay attention to that in the future."

Warmth was warmth. Why did it feel like Tang YiJue was different from his usual self?

The two of them were in a deadlock. Neither of them said a word. Suddenly, Tang Yijue bent down and picked her up.

"What are you doing?"

Fu Xingchen was shocked by his actions and hurriedly put his arm around his neck.

Tang Yijue didn't answer her, but carried her towards the bedroom. Fu Xingchen told him to put her down, but he continued to hug her as if he didn't hear her until he put her on the bed.

Fu Xingchen was sitting on the bed. She looked up at him with doubt in her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Suddenly so gentle? "

His handsome, well-defined face was still as bewitching as ever. Under her gaze, his ink-like eyebrows gently fluttered as he slowly lowered his head.

His actions caused Fu Xingchen to panic. In the midst of his panic, she closed her eyes. However, her lips did not have the cold touch that he had expected. Instead, she felt a light kiss on her forehead.

Fu Xingchen had an awkward expression. He was the only one that she thought …

"Last night's drunken chaos was my fault."

His words made Fu Xingchen's beautiful face even more captivating. She pushed him away in anger and stood up. "I'm going to take a bath."

Then, she ran into the bathroom. The bathroom door was slammed shut, and a few seconds later, the back door opened again. She quickly grabbed her pajamas from the closet, then quickly ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut again.

Tang YiJue looked at her actions, amused. He couldn't hide the softness in his eyes.

He suddenly realized that he was always relaxed in front of Fu Xingchen, to the point he even felt at ease.