After Yu Wan finished speaking, she left Shadow Six and Shadow Thirteen to deal with the aftermath and walked upstairs.
She was not in a hurry to return to her room. Instead, she went to Yan Jiuchao's side. Zhou Jin was in the backyard, and Dad had gone somewhere. Yan Jiuchao was the only one on the empty bed.
He fell asleep with his clothes on. He lay quietly with a cold expression. His slender body was a little charming in the night. His breathing was even and shallow, so he should have fallen asleep. A pair of slender jade-like hands were casually placed beside him. His wide sleeves seemed to be covering him, making his joints look distinct and fair.
This was a man who emitted a powerful aura even when he was asleep. No one dared to approach him, but they could not help but want to get close. He was like a poppy. One would fall into it without hesitation even if it knew that it was poisonous.
