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In the corridor, the light was dim.
The man's eyes, dark as a curtain, were fixed on her.
"If you want to say something else, there's no need; I'm going to sleep!"
Shortly after speaking indifferently, she was about to close the door when the man outside suddenly grasped her wrist and pulled her over, hugging her tightly. Zhan Se hadn't expected his abrupt action. With a small yelp, she fell against him, her nose hitting his solid chest, causing a slight sting.
"Zhan Xiaoyao..."
Shaking her head fiercely, Zhan Se finally managed to push against his chest with her hands and turned her head away.
Gasp for air, she was fuming.
"Are you sick? What madness is this in the middle of the night?"
"Wife!" the man's voice was sickeningly thick, "I've come to take you home."
Home!
Wife, I've come to take you home.
The man's voice, strangely, echoed in her mind.
After a moment of silence, Zhan Se didn't struggle and looked up at him without saying a word.
