Lian Xinying came out after her bath and saw the man sitting at the head of the bed. She negotiated with him, "I won't intentionally anger you anymore. Until I have evidence to confirm that my dad was killed by you guys, I'll try to treat you as a good person."
After her bath, Lian Xinying, wearing a pale pink nightdress, emitted the fresh scent of shower gel from her body.
Her fair limbs like lotus root segments had mosquito bites, but they did not affect her ethereal purity and beauty in the slightest.
With her slightly damp hair draped over, her eyes swollen and red, her gaze at him was clear and pitiful.
This was more attractive to him than any woman trying to seduce him.
"Arrange a room for me," she said, after all that talk, just for this matter.
Lian Xinying wrung her pink suitcase, standing in front of him with a pleading look.
There is a big difference between a girl and a woman.
For instance, the young girl standing before him, stubborn, willful, and brave, was unlike other women who wouldn't dare.
Yet, even with her reckless behavior, he couldn't really dislike her.
Because she was too genuine.
Yan Ye led her to a vacant room opposite theirs and then walked away.
Once Lian Xinying entered the room, she immediately closed the door.
Being with him, she always felt oppressed, as if she couldn't breathe.
His eyes, his tone, and every word he said left her defenseless.
After lying down on the bed, her body completely relaxed, she turned off the light, but found herself without the slightest hint of sleepiness.
In her mind were all the moments her father had been kind to her, her eyes brimming with tears once again.
When the door was pushed open, she clutched her head.
"What are you doing?! Get out!" Lian Xinying was terrified, sensing something bad was about to happen.
From Yan Ye, she smelled a foreign sense of danger.
She immediately stopped her tears, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it at the tall man.
With a 'whoosh,' the pillow landed accurately in his arms.
In less than three seconds, she was pinned down on the bed by him.
"You little thing, didn't mosquitoes bite you? I brought medicine, yet you welcome me with a pillow! See how I deal with you!" His face turned ashen as he flipped her body to face away from him, his hand coming down with a smack.
The 'smack smack smack' sounds made her cheeks burn with shame.
Her father had never brought himself to hit her!
"You violent maniac! How dare you hit me!" she gasped in anger, hating him to the bone.
He hadn't actually hit her hard, just enough to serve as a warning.
It was she who had resorted to violence first, so naturally, he wasn't going to take it gently.
"Wuu wuu! Don't you know men and women are different? ..."
"I'm asking one last time, do you want the ointment?" he was annoyed by her incessant mumbling, so he shook the medicine in front of her eyes.
"I want it!" Lian Xinying reached out to snatch it, but missed.
The atmosphere suddenly became eerily quiet. Yan Ye's Adam's apple bobbed a few times before he spoke:
..."He kept the medicine in the palm of his hand, and with his other hand, he pinched her delicate little face, giving it a tug, and sure enough, water came out!
The water, it came from her eyes.
"You're bullying me!" She took a deep breath and pushed him forcefully with her hands.
Her wrist was immediately gripped by him, and she felt her bones might be crushed.
"It is you who keeps testing my patience. I didn't whip you; that's already an act of great mercy!"