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"Ling Yiheng, can't you speak properly? Do you have to make me hate you this way? " Zuo Zixian frowned, his voice was filled with tiredness and astringency, making it hard for people to ignore him.

The man's deep, crystal-clear eyes turned towards her. His elegant, thin lips parted slightly, gently shaking the bloody wound on the back of his hand in front of her. "Is this what you meant by 'speak properly'?"

His tone was calm, but it contained a hint of ice, causing Zuo Zixian to shudder.

Her face turned red, but she did not want to admit defeat. "You forced me to do this. Without my consent, you took me to your house. It was simply an act of a bandit!"

She turned her gaze away from him, afraid that those eyes deeper than the sea would swallow her up and cause her to sink into depravity.

"Heh, it's a madman, it's a bandit. "Looks like you really like to scold me." A hint of a cold smile appeared on his face, but that smile was so cold that it caused people to feel a sense of dread in their hearts.

Zuo Zixian lowered his eyelashes, avoiding his gaze, and did not reply.

What kind of behavior did he have? Did he not know? Although he said that in his heart, his expression was still cold.

Knowing that he wouldn't let her off the car, Zuo Zixian also stopped struggling, thinking that once Zhou Heng stopped the car, she would think of a way to get a taxi and leave.

If he fought with someone like Ling Yiheng, there would be no good result.

The two of them did not speak again along the way, allowing the car to travel at a steady speed along the road.

Zuo Zixian spent the whole day feeling exhausted, and soon fell asleep leaning against the back of his seat.

After who knows how long, when Zhou Heng parked his car in front of a simple European style apartment, Zuo Zisheng woke up in a daze.

She did not know that Ling Yiheng also had a house in Strasbourg.

The night curtain hung low and the moon hung in the sky was very eye-catching. It shone brightly on the land of Strasbourg, covering the building before him with a layer of silver muslin, giving the night a little more romance.

However, there were people who were not in the mood to appreciate it.

"Let's go in."

Suddenly, Ling Yi Heng's cold and hard voice broke the silence. Zhou Heng had already followed his instructions and got off the car to open the apartment door. He then quickly came to open the door for them.

Zuo Zixian's face didn't change, he turned around and got off the car.

She watched Ling Yiheng walk towards the main door, but did not follow.

"Do you want to run?" The man's back was facing her, and his cold voice sounded, causing Zuo Zixian's body to tremble.

She tried to suppress the anger in her heart, to keep her calm.

"This is the outskirts of the city, which is more than 10 kilometers away from your home, and we can't get a car right now."

Ling Yiheng reminded him coldly. His face was also very ugly, but he didn't turn his back.

He didn't like the way she always resisted him, but he didn't know what to do with her without experience of love.

To put it bluntly, neither of them knew how to express their feelings.

He tried his best to suppress the raging waves in his heart, unwilling to continue getting angry with her.

Zuo Zizhen was stunned at first, but soon he came to a realization that he was doing this on purpose.

"Looks like you really like this." Anger flashed across her eyes, and her tone was cold.

She deliberately hid the dull ache in her heart, not knowing why he would do this to her.

If it was WenXia Wei or Mika, he wouldn't be so unreasonable and disregard their feelings, right?

And she was just a plaything to him!

Ling Yiheng didn't know what she was thinking, but after hearing her words, his face became even more solemn, as solemn as an iceberg.

"It's up to you whether you want to come in or not. Zhou Heng will send you back tomorrow morning." With that, he strode inside.

Seeing that Zuo Zi Wu was still standing there, Zhou Heng quickly walked over and said in a low voice: "Miss Zuo, you should quickly go in. There's nothing around here, you should just stay for the night. Boss is also for your own good."

For her own good? Zuo Zixian could not help but want to laugh, forcefully kidnap her to his home, force her to live here, was it better for her?

However, Zhou Heng was one of Ling Yiheng's men. He would naturally speak up for him, so there was nothing strange about it.

Zuo Zi Wu looked around, and just as Zhou Heng had said, there was nothing, only this residential area with scattered lights. And the French always get off work early, so even the convenience stores are ready now.

She thought about it for a moment. If she let Tabolte pick her up now, it might be okay, but it would definitely make her suspicious, and she wouldn't be able to explain it in time.

Moreover, this was Ling Yiheng's territory. If Tabolte were to see Ling Yiheng here, it would be even more troublesome.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally walked in.

When Zhou Heng saw Zuo Zixian enter, he let out a sigh of relief and silently prayed for his boss to stop arguing tonight.

Seeing Zhou Heng drive away, Zuo Zixian was a little nervous, as he did not know what Ling Yiheng would do to him next.

She stood alone in the living room of the apartment, her mind in a state of confusion.

The furnishings of this apartment were very simple. The decorations were also extremely simple in European style. It was somewhat similar to the style of Ling Yiheng's residence in Boston, but much smaller.

Although this apartment was duplicated, she couldn't see 100 square meters. There was only one room downstairs. She didn't know if it was upstairs, but she knew it wasn't very spacious.

He could not help but feel that it was strange that the young master of the Ling family lived in such a small house.

However, for some reason, she felt that the place where Ling Yiheng lived was too cold and lacking something.

Seems to be … Popularity and the smell of fireworks?

She silently looked around the small living room. There was no decoration, only an open kitchen and a two-seater white bar. Beside them was a sofa and a coffee table that could only fit three people. There was only a modern oil painting on the wall that attracted attention.

She had just withdrawn her gaze when she heard a sound of steady footsteps coming from upstairs.

Because it was only the first floor and the house was not big, Ling Yiheng was soon seen walking down from the top floor.

He had just finished his shower and was wearing a bathrobe. His chest was wide open, revealing a well-defined stomach muscles and a perfect neck line. A droplet of water flowed from the tip of his hair hung from his tall nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his long eyelashes were also stained with water.

However, the aura around him was filled with a chill that was difficult to approach.

Seeing the man approach him step by step, Zuo Zixian unconsciously took a few steps back, and felt his heart beat faster.

However, when he was only a few steps away from her, he suddenly turned around and sat down on a stool by the bar.

His tall and strong body sat there, and his figure seemed to be even taller, but his back carried an indescribable loneliness.

Zuo Zixian saw him pour himself a glass of wine, holding it up with his long white index finger and thumb, shaking it in front of him as if he was trying to sober up.

His cold and hard facial features softened due to the water vapor and the warm light from the bar. His handsome appearance was indifferent and reserved, as if he were a perfect male lead who had walked out of a painting.

Even though the wound on his hand was no longer bleeding, the teeth marks were still clear.

Zuo Zi's heart softened and he couldn't care about his nervousness as he uncontrollably stepped forward, "You were bleeding just now, don't drink anymore."

There was undisguised concern in her voice.

Although her voice wasn't loud, Ling Yiheng caught her words very clearly. It was as if a butterfly had drilled its way into his heart, extinguishing all of the irritation and anger in his heart.

However, even though his heart was moved, his expression remained calm.

He quietly put down his wine cup and said in a deep voice, "You care about me too?"

Zuo Zixian was shocked, realizing what he had just said and could not help but regret it.

Her jade-white face was immediately dyed red, feeling bashful and nervous at the same time.

He drank his wine, and if he didn't care about his body, what was she worrying about?

However, he had already said it out loud, so he couldn't take it back.

"If you want to drink, then drink. It's none of my business." She turned stubbornly and raised her head.

The man couldn't help but chuckle when he heard the forcefulness and awkwardness in her tone, and his black jade-like eyes became even more resplendent.

However, it was a pity that Zuo Zixian did not see the gentleness in his eyes.

"Do you know what you look like?" he asked in a low voice, with a hint of casual sarcasm.

Zuo Zixian instinctively wanted to tease him, and didn't even want to answer his question.

The man didn't seem to care about her neglect and just blurted out, "You act like a spoiled child."

Zuo Zixian was stunned, a pair of cat like bright eyes immediately lit up with fire, he could not help but retort: "I'm not that bored."

"Is that so? Then why do you not mean what you say? Why is your back facing me and you don't dare to look at me? " His voice was light and his tone had lost its sharpness. There was only a slight hint of ridicule in his tone.

Zuo Zizhen's body froze, and he finally thought of a way to reply, "How do you know if I'm lying or not? My back is facing you because I'm afraid that you'll be too despicable. I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold back and scold you again. "

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but sneer, "Zuo Zixian, do you really want to anger me?"

His words made her nervous. She felt that it was a signal of danger. She immediately shut her mouth and became silent. She was unwilling to answer his question.

Seeing that she didn't say anything for a long time, Ling Yi Heng calmly walked down from the high stool and slowly walked in front of her.

Seeing the sunken eye sockets, Zuo Zixian sucked in a breath of cold air, slightly shocked.

Then he wanted to run, but his hand was covered by the man's warm palm. It wasn't a heavy force, but it was enough to control her.

The two of them looked at each other. One of them had a complicated anger in his eyes, while the other was calm and collected, unable to see what was in his eyes.