Chapter 4 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

It was afternoon when Weiai regained consciousness.

As she opened her eyes, the dazzling sunlight shone on her. Weiai could not help but shielded herself with her arm. As she got used to it slowly, she turned to the other side. In the next moment, at the side of the bed, the face of a man came into her sight.

He was leaning in so close that she could see the slight tremor of his thick eyelashes.

“Ahhhhh—”

Weiai screamed in shock and sprung backwards subconsciously.

“Be careful—”

Accompanying his gentle words, he reached out to grab Weiai as her body fell towards the ground.

“Little girl, are you shocked?”

The man smiled warmly as he guided Weiai back onto the bed.

After that, he patted Weiai’s head gently and said, “Hmm, the fever and the side-effects of the drug have subsided. You are recovering well.”

Weiai looked perplexed. She looked at the man in front of her in a daze. He was dressed in a white robe and there was a slight smile on his face, he had a pair of mesmerizing eyes, and his light brown hair shone brightly under the sunlight.

He was standing next to the bed, so good-looking and slender-like.

Just like… just like an angel!

Upon this thought, Weiai’s heart skipped a bit and she blushed.

“Little girl, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”

The man bent over with a look of concern in his eyes.

“Ah?”

As she regained her composure, she subconsciously made eye contact with him and shook her head quickly. “I’m fine…”

As she spoke, she realized that she was dressed in a new set of sleep attire; even her underclothes were changed. Weiai’s face turned pale. She remembered clearly that she was only dressed in her underclothes previously.

She was definitely naked when these new clothes were put on her. Even though she was not assaulted… upon thinking about the fact that her body was bared to a stranger, who was possibly a man, Weiai’s hands clutched onto the bed sheets tightly.

As though he could read the girl’s mind, he smiled and explained gently, “Don’t worry, it was the maid who changed your clothes.”

Upon hearing that, Weiai heaved a sigh of relief. She looked around quickly and asked curiously, “Who are you? Where is this place?”

She was shocked by what she saw.

The room had a magnificent decoration—the wallpaper was clearly designed by an expert, the floor was covered with an expensive-looking carpet, above her hung a transparent chandelier, and even the blanket covering her was made in real silk.