Su Mingyuan clearly knew that Qiao Yue's resistance and fear of him could be known from the frightened eyes she looked at her in the morning, how afraid she was of herself.

It was only when she was asleep that he could look at her so closely, quietly, and be by her side.

No, he said that he was by Qiao Yue's side, but in fact, he wanted Qiao Yue's company.

Sadly, this kind of companionship was only obtained by his wishful thinking and taking the initiative to get close to her.

If it weren't for that contract, if it weren't for her father in prison, Qiao Yue wouldn't have stayed with him obediently.

That's why he came up with that method at first, using a contract to trap her in a domineering and even despicable way, even if it was just a short-lived, mutual torture process, he was willing.

Although it was to quench his thirst, he didn't know how long he could stay with Qiao Yue, but even if she was a cup of strong poisonous wine, he was willing to eat it.

In the dimness, Su Mingyuan's tall figure was like a perfect statue standing in the twilight, hanging his head slightly, looking deeply at the person on the bed.

During this period, Qiao Yue may have slept too deeply, and she didn't move at all, only even breathing, shallow exhaling in and out.

I don't know how long it took, Su Mingyuan moved his almost stiff body, glanced at Qiao Yue deeply, and then turned around and went out, from beginning to end, without making a sound.

As the door closed gently, Qiao Yue on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

There was no trace of sleepiness in Spiegel's dark eyes.

In fact, Qiao Yue had already woken up, but she had just slept for a day, her body was sore and weak, and she had been lying in bed and not getting up.

She leaned sideways, looking out the window, listening to the sound of the rain hitting the window.

She heard the sound of the car shuttling through the rain and fog and stopping outside, and she knew that it was Su Mingyuan who came back.

Every time he returned, she was always the first to know, even in the middle of the night.

For Qiao Yue, the sound of all cars is the same, but only Su Mingyuan's car, she feels as if it has a special symbol, and she can judge it at once.

The car turned off, and Qiao Yue was still lazy on the bed and didn't get up.

She listened quietly, the villa was always silent, and she didn't hear the sound of Su Mingyuan opening the door and coming in.

Qiao Yue didn't know why she didn't see Su Mingyuan enter the villa for a long time, but she was sure that Su Mingyuan was back, and his car was parked on the road outside the villa.

She just lay quietly on the bed, looking sideways, looking at the floor-to-ceiling window not far away with dark eyes, seeing the night sinking and the lights on, imagining what Su Mingyuan looked like sitting in the car at this time.

He must not have turned on the light, his deep and handsome face shrouded in the deep darkness of the night, and his perfect facial features revealed a deep mystery.

Maybe the pair of good-looking eyebrows will be slightly wrinkled, forming a shallow Sichuan-shaped fold, and the handsome and cold eyebrows reveal a touch of tiredness.

Thinking about it, Su Mingyuan's handsome and indifferent face clearly appeared in front of Qiao Yue's eyes, she looked at the front almost greedily, and her eyes were a little greedy and confused.

After a while, she couldn't help but reach out and slowly stroked the faint lines between his handsome eyebrows, trying to smooth out his exhaustion.

Qiao Yue knew that Su Mingyuan was disgusted with him, except for when he was affectionate, he didn't even want to get close to him.

Of course, she was also self-aware, and from the first time they met in the hotel, she knew he hated him when he looked at her eyes.

The look of disgust, with contempt and disdain, was the same as that stormy night eight years ago, in the abandoned villa.