Turning around, the cold and desireless gaze fell on her face again.

His voice was low: "Do you want to go back?" ”

She looked up at him with a blank look in her eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"Twilight."

“……”

She didn't know the man, but he seemed to know everything about her.

Looking at the man again, her eyes became a little timid: "You...... How do you know I'm from the Twilight family? ”

"Do you want to go back?" Instead of answering, he repeated the question.

She lowered her head, naturally wanting to go back.

It's not that I want to go back to Twilight's house, but I want to go to my sister's funeral.

The cemetery of the Twilight family is on the hill behind the villa, and if you want to attend your sister's funeral, you must go back.

And once she goes back, she will definitely be locked up by the old man and Qin Liuli......

For six years, she was imprisoned like a monster in the back of the wooden house countless times.

Thinking of this, Twilight's thought of going back was a little more timid.

She didn't want to go back to that dark, never-ending cabin.

Her contemplative and hesitant appearance was taken into Zhai Nan's eyes.

"Go back, it's your sister's funeral tomorrow, isn't it?"

She lifted her eyes, her expression slightly stunned.

Why did this man know everything about her so well?

"You...... Who the hell is it? ”

He glanced at her, still not answering.

"Knock knock."

A knock sounded at the door at the right time.

Immediately, a maid in a maid's uniform came in with something.

She first saluted the man respectfully, then approached the bed, placed a bowl of porridge and a bowl of fish soup at the head of the bed, and then left the room respectfully.

Twilight's eyes followed the maid's movements, catching a glimpse of the porridge and fish soup on the bedside table.

"Eat something first."

The perfect voice reveals the silence of the mountains, and the sound is warm and cool.

Twilight looked at things, then at the man standing in the backlight.

The shadows of twilight blurred his delicate outline a few bits.

"I'm not hungry." She lowered her eyes, and really didn't have much appetite.

The man stood in front of the window, and suddenly he walked to the side of the bed, and then sat down straight at the bedside.

She was stunned for a moment, but her next move surprised her even more.

I saw the man pick up the porridge on the side, pick up the spoon and scoop a spoonful, put it to his mouth and blow it gently, and when it cooled a little, he handed it to her lips.

Twilight: "......"

She and he obviously didn't know each other, but they made such an intimate gesture to her......

Growing up so big, except for her mother who fed her like this when she was sick when she was a child, no one really made such affectionate gestures to her, especially men.

But any woman who makes such a move to herself in the face of such an arrogant and noble man is afraid that it will be difficult to resist.

"You ......"

"Open your mouth." The man's commanding tone was unmistakable, and he directly interrupted her.

For a moment, she was like a puppet who had been manipulated by him, and she really opened her mouth obediently.

With each scoop, he would put it to his mouth and blow it lightly, then feed it to her.

In this way, spoonful after spoonful, a bowl of porridge was fed in half a while.

After the porridge was drunk, the fish soup was almost warm that night.

"Drink this too."

His voice was very soft, as warm as a spring breeze in March, but it did not match his noble and cold appearance.

"I don't drink fish soup."

She looked away indifferently, feeling a little ashamed of her 'obedience' to him just now.