After a bath, Yu Gangan relaxed and the fear she experienced from brushing shoulders with death, slowly disappeared. Yu Gangan tidied up and went down to look for Fang Zhihan.
The home was quiet. Fang Zhihan stood in front of the window. His tall, strong body had a cold and murderous vibe.
Yu Gangan walked over gently and hugged him from behind as she cried out gently, "Ha!"
Of course, Fang Zhihan was not scared by her. The moment she started walking downstairs, he had already heard some noise. His lips curved upwards slightly and he grabbed onto her.
Yu Gangan rubbed her head against the man's back and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Fang Zhihan pulled her in front of him and wrapped her in his embrace. He then leaned over and pressed his forehead against hers, "About you."
