It seems... I said the wrong thing again...
In the guest room, Helan You fell into silence.
Actually, thinking back, what he said was not wrong. The file on Xu Yilian in the police records proved that he was not him. Apart from the hickey on him that night, there didn't seem to be any other proof that he was a gigolo...
After about twenty minutes, there was a knock on the door.
Helan You, wrapped in a quilt, went over and looked through the peephole. Seeing that it was Yin Helian, she opened the door to let him in.
He was holding an Only brand's boutique bag.
Helan You immediately forgot about her previous intention to apologize and scolded: "Are you kidding me? You bought such expensive clothes. Do you know an Only piece of clothing is worth half a month's salary of mine?"
"You always wear those tomboyish outfits. What's it like? I'm buying it for you out of kindness, and I don't want you to pay me back. What are you complaining about?" Yin Helian gritted his teeth. This damned woman always likes to trample on his kindness to the point of worthlessness.
"I have the freedom to wear whatever I want. Since it's your money, I can't let you waste it. You don't have a job now, so you should save more."
"Helan You, are you done? I can freely dispose of my money as I wish. Alright, if you don't wear it, then go back 'naked.'" Yin Helian turned around angrily, "Anyway, no one is wearing it. I can give the clothes to someone else."
"You—you scoundrel," Helan You blushed and hurriedly grabbed his arm, "Okay, forget what I said."
Yin Helian looked at her blushing beautiful cheeks and felt a slight stir in his heart, but he still pretended to be displeased and coldly hummed as he handed her the clothes.
Helan You took it, opened the bag, and saw a bright gradient of slim long-sleeved tops, as well as a pair of lightly washed and polished black jeans. They all seemed to be the latest models of this season and must have cost a lot of money. In addition, there was a small black bag inside, containing a black lace underwear set and a black lace bra, probably a matching set, and the sizes were all suitable for her.
This guy...
Seeing her silent with her head down, Yin Helian leaned over: "Hey, why aren't you talking? Could it be the size is wrong? It can't be—"
"Huh, you really do understand women well," Helan You didn't know why she wanted to mock.
Yin Helian followed her gaze and understood, "I don't understand women; I only understand you, a woman—"
"Go to hell," not allowing him to continue, Helan You fiercely hit his chest with her arm and then ran into the bathroom with the bag.
"Damn violent woman," Yin Helian, holding his aching stomach, turned his head back and happened to see the tightly wrapped quilt slide off her body, falling on the carpet, and the graceful, snowy white body ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut, cutting off his view.
Yin Helian's heart was ablaze, the scene of her back just now was etched into his mind, and he felt a tingling heat below.