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Ling Yi Heng didn't even pay attention to Zuo Zixian's screams. Instead, he tightened his grip.

Zuo Zixian struggled with all his might but could not break free. Finally, he watched him use his own clothes to cover the rat, then he opened a piece of the window and threw the mouse's clothes into the trash can outside.

The whole action was extremely smooth, making the five-figure piece of clothing appear like a parabola in the air, accurately reaching the trash can.

Seeing that the rat was gone, Zuo Zixian finally heaved a sigh of relief.

However, her expression didn't look good. She frowned slightly as she looked at the man who turned around and said, "Are you trying to scare me on purpose?"

Ling Yiheng's face however, darkened. Fury could be seen in his bottomless black pupils, causing Zuo Zixian to feel a chill down his spine. He didn't know what kind of expression he was wearing.

She hadn't offended him, so why was he looking at her like that?

"Do you think you can walk out dressed like this?" His eyes were fixed on the white thighs that were exposed beneath her, as well as the faintly discernible beauty that was her chest. His tone was stern and grave.

Zuo Zizhen was shocked, only then did he remember what he looked like.

Although it was covered by his clothes, it was unable to cover his legs. Especially since there were so many wounds on them, it still looked quite indecent.

She swallowed, and held his clothes tighter, blinking awkwardly with her beautiful eyes that were filled with uneasiness. "Is there anything I can wear? "My clothes …"

There was no need to continue talking, he already knew that the clothes she wore could only be called rags now. It was originally quite neat, but after the tearing, it had long since become deformed.

He calmly replied, "Wait here. I'll get someone to bring the clothes over."

Her size, he probably remembered correctly, and he gave her another deep look, which made Zuo Zixian feel uncomfortable.

With that, he returned to the living room, turned on the fire, and continued cooking.

Hearing that he was wearing clothes, Zuo Zixian heaved a sigh of relief but also felt that it was a bit strange.

She walked to the bar counter and subconsciously looked at Ling Yiheng, who was cooking.

He had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and on his wrist was a Leo watch, a small, low-key brand, but she also knew it cost seven figures. While she was secretly speechless, she was also surprised by the temperament exuded from his body. That kind of calm and reserved attitude that was enough to look down on the world was not something that an ordinary person could possess.

His skin was even whiter than hers, and his face was so deeply contoured that he was clearly a favorite of God.

The man felt her gaze and smirked. He then placed the fried steak on a plate and asked in a light tone, "What? Do you like looking at men like that?"

Zuo Ziwen was embarrassed by his words, and his face quickly turned red. Actually, liking beautiful things is a natural thing to do. His tone made it seem as if she was lusting after his beauty.

However, she was unwilling to admit defeat. She retorted with a hint of ridicule in her voice, "If you don't look at me, how would you know that I'm sizing you up?"

With regards to her sharp teeth and sharp tongue, the man's sharp eyes first narrowed, before quickly relaxing.

In fact, he should have liked this quality of hers.

At the very least, he wouldn't easily lose when helping him deal with other women. Hadn't she beautifully helped him out of trouble just now?

Seeing the strange expression on his face, Zuo Zisheng didn't say anything else, and didn't want to continue bickering with him. She had almost been kidnapped before, so how could she have the energy to argue with him now?

Moreover, it was originally a deal between them, so it was better not to involve too much personal feelings.

Ling Yiheng handed her the steak and two pieces of bread. Then, he pointed to the lettuce on the side and asked if she wanted to eat the steak directly or make a sandwich.

Zuo Zi Wu thought for a while and decided to eat the steak directly, eating the meat at this time was more satisfying.

The man put the steak in front of her and heated another glass of milk for her. After he was done, he walked into a room and did not come out for a long time.

The steak's fried strength was just right, it should be the standard 70%, the meat was very delicious, and with the addition of the side dish he fried, it made her appetite expand, and she actually finished it all in one go.

She wanted to wash the bowl after she finished eating, because she knew that he had already cooked for her, and she couldn't let him wash the bowl.

However, just as he placed the bowl in the sink, the man came out of his room. "Let me do it. Your leg is injured, and you've been tormenting yourself for so long. Sit down and rest."

"I'm injured in the leg, not the hand. I can do it." She fell back stubbornly, and then began to pour detergent.

The next moment, Ling Yiheng grabbed her hand and released it. Then, he said calmly, "I want to wash the wok as well."