Chapter 4 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

When Yun Xi regained consciousness, she was surrounded in complete darkness.

Sitting up abruptly, she looked around with vigilance.

She noticed there were no other people or wild animals, so she finally sighed in quiet relief.

Flipping on the main light switch, the entire room was illuminated.

This was a very masculine and spartan-style room.

It was finished with dark green carpet, a large, wooden bed with grey-green bed sheets, an office desk across from the bed, and all sorts of data drawings hung on the walls.

The room was very s.p.a.cious with two starkly contrasting decorating styles.

One side was for office use, and the other was for relaxation, yet they didn’t interfere with each other to create two individual s.p.a.ces.

Without any particular trigger, she suddenly recalled the man who had gotten off the helicopter.

Although she hadn’t seen his face clearly, that imposing aura had probably belonged to a tall and strongly built man.

Turning her head, she looked down at the men’s T-s.h.i.+rt she was wearing as a dress.

The scratches on her arms, shoulders, and legs were wrapped in a thin layer of gauze, so she looked a bit like a mummy. It was a bit ridiculous.

She opened the door to go downstairs.

As soon as she walked to the top of the staircase, she heard the crack of gla.s.s breaking from downstairs.

“Get out!” A man’s deep and harsh voice disrupted the peaceful quiet inside the living room.

Yun Xi stood at the top of the staircase as she watched the figures of a man and a woman in the living room.

The man was facing the French windows. He was dressed in a casual outfit, and his long legs and slender figure above his boots made up his proud figure.

Even though his back faced Yun Xi, she could already feel the powerful aura he was emitting at that moment.

“Master Mu, I’m begging you not to kick me out. No cars are leaving here this late at night. I’m just a girl and I’m afraid…”

Han Wanling had just reached out to touch his muscular and powerful arms when Mu Feichi rapidly brushed her way. His masculine strength directly threw Han Wanling onto the floorboards.

“Ah…” Han Wanling didn’t expect to fall on the ground, so her hands directly pressed down on the gla.s.s shards on the floorboards. It hurt so much that she began to whine.

Mu Feichi turned around, raising his brows in disgust.

His slender fingers removed the casual jacket that Wan Wanling had touched before directly throwing it down her head.

Suddenly, a rush of heat rose up his body.

He looked down at the distraught woman fallen to the ground. Yet she hadn’t forgotten to twist her waist and cross her legs in an attempt to feign aggrievedness.

Mu Feichi’s inky eyes surged with unpredictable darkness. With just one glance, Han Wanling felt as if she had been cut by a sharp blade.