An Mubing felt Yan Yihan's nervousness, he had no expression on his face, withdrew the arm that was holding her slender waist, he stood up and walked to the bathroom without looking back, leaving only a fluttering sentence, "Then I'll wash it first!"

Yan Yihan stared at her hand on her knee without blinking, she was secretly exerting herself, so her knuckles were white, until she heard the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, she softened her body, and sat on the edge of the bed weakly.

An Mubing washed quickly, but in ten minutes, he came out of the bathroom, and saw Yan Yihan still sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, stunned, he walked over and wrapped his arms around her shoulders from behind, and then said in her ear, "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

Yan Yihan's whole body stiffened, her big eyes looked ahead, and she didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

For a moment, An Mubing only felt very disappointed, let go of his hands, and while wiping his wet hair with a towel around his neck, he walked around her and walked to the opposite side, his mouth said lightly, but with a sense of command, "Go take a bath!"

Yan Yihan stood up from the side of the bed, lowered her head, and walked to the bathroom indifferently, she was afraid of what would happen next, but she was even more afraid of being alone with An Mubing in the same environment.

Walking into the bathroom, Yan Yihan reached out and locked the door, the heat in the room made a large glass in front of her a layer of moisture, and she could only see her own figure in the blur.

Is she still her? Yan Yihan couldn't help but ask herself in her heart, why is she here? In the bathroom of a man who keeps saying that he will not be together, is there anything more ironic in the world?

Looking up at the shower overhead, Yan Yihan slowly reached out to turn on the switch, she stood in the water in her clothes and pants, letting the droplets slap on her raised face, and the tingling told her that none of this was a dream, she had betrayed herself for money after all.

Time passed minute by minute, Yan Yihan always stood motionless in the water, her clothes and pants sticking to her body, making her feel like she was about to lose her breath.

A feeling of dizziness hit, Yan Yihan only felt that her eyes were a flower, and her body fell to the side, she seized the last moment of sobriety, avoided the edges and corners around the bathroom before falling down, and sat on the ground in a daze, Yan Yihan finally couldn't help crying, depressed, desperate, she covered her mouth tightly with her hands, tears mixed with water droplets left on the ground, unable to distinguish each other.

I don't know if it's two hours, or more, Yan Yihan turned off the switch of the shower, stood in front of the mirror blankly, she stretched out her hand to wipe a piece clean, the face of the person in the mirror was so pale, like a vampire who didn't drink human blood in the movie, morbid beauty, but strangely attractive.

stripped off all the clothes on her body, Yan Yihan casually took a dark blue bathrobe on the bathroom shelf, and the wide bathrobe was put on Yan Yihan's body, making her even more petite.

Gently opened the bathroom door lock, Yan Yihan pushed the door and walked out, the master bedroom was pitch black, if it weren't for the light of the bathroom, I'm afraid Yan Yihan wouldn't be able to find which side is north.

In the blur, she saw the figure lying sideways on the big bed, and she involuntarily began to hold her breath, did An Mubing fall asleep?

Yan Yihan stood not far from the big bed and did not move, after taking a bath, the whole person's spirit relaxed, she only felt that her eyelids were unusually heavy now, and she really wanted to lie down and sleep, but the whole room was only the big bed under An Mubing, Yan Yihan swallowed her saliva, compared to sleeping, An Mubing came more terrifying.

Afraid of waking An Mubing, Yan Yihan quietly walked to the sofa opposite the big bed, this wide sofa was enough to sleep two of her, Yan Yihan thought to herself, even if she slept on the sofa, it would be better to sleep in the same bed with An Mubing.

She was so tired, all day, frightened and frightened, she only felt that her body was seriously overloaded and about to fall apart.

Kazuo was lying on the sofa, Yan Yihan felt sleepy as soon as she closed her eyes, and she really slept without much effort.

In the dark, An Mubing slowly opened his eyes, his slender eyes stared at the shadow on the sofa, he didn't fall asleep at all, he kept listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, he was thinking, did she really want to stay in the bathroom for the rest of her life?

How much does she dislike him? When An Mubing realized this, he frowned unhappily, and then suddenly rolled over from the bed.

Stepping barefoot on the white wool carpet, An Mubing stood on the side of the sofa, condescendingly looking at the woman curled up on the sofa, she bent her legs like a cat afraid of the cold, and then the whole person circled in a circle.

Through the faint light from the bathroom, An Mubing saw the slightly frowning brow on Yan Yihan's face, what made her so troubled in her dreams? Is it because of herself?

Sighing silently, he bent down slightly, put one hand into her back, and the other hand around her knee, and with a slight force, Yan Yihan was hugged into his arms.

"Hmmm......"

Probably feeling the suspension of his body, Yan Yihan moved his little face.

An Mubing walked to the big bed with her, stretched out his hand to put her on the bed, and just wanted to cover her with a blanket, but Yan Yihan suddenly opened his eyes, and then retreated in fright.

Yan Yihan was really frightened, she only felt that her body was suspended for a while in a daze, but after a while, she had a sense of solidity, she opened her eyes unintentionally, but she didn't expect to see An Mubing.

An Mubing's hand was still on the action of covering her with a blanket, seeing that Yan Yihan looked like a ghost, he withdrew his hand, and then sat on the edge of the bed, without looking at Yan Yihan behind him, he said coldly, "I don't know what I think I did to you!"

Yan Yihan's heart was pounding, and she instinctively put her hands on her chest and tightened her bathrobe.

In the dimness, a bright and dark spark appeared next to An Mubing's face, and Yan Yihan looked at it in a daze for a long time, only to realize that he was smoking.

The room was quiet and weird, Yan Yihan didn't dare to move, she could even hear the sound of her heart beating faster, and a burst of air mixed with the smell of cigarettes came, Yan Yihan didn't pay attention, inhaled into her nose, and she began to cough in a low voice.

She was already very careful not to provoke An Mubing's attention, she covered her mouth with her hands, the more she tried to control her cough, the more she couldn't stop it, and after turning it over and over a few times, her whole face was red.

An Mubing pressed the cigarette to death in the crystal ashtray, looked sideways at Yan Yihan, and said lightly, "Come here!"

Just two words made Yan Yihan tremble, she instinctively stepped back, and looked at An Mubing with wide eyes in the dark.

An Mubing waited for a while, and seeing that she hadn't moved, he frowned unhappily and said, "Don't let me say the same thing a second time!"

Yan Yihan shook his head and said as he retreated, "Don't ......"

An Mubing sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Yan Yihan and said, "Don't want anything?"