“I have something to do at home,” Yan Huan rose to her feet and walked to her room. “It’s a private matter. I’m sorry, Mr. Yan, and I appreciate your kindness, but I cannot accept your invitation.”
Yan Lixiong received a mild rebuff but he was so angry he almost threw his phone. So, you won’t yield to persuasion nor to coercion? Fine, he sneered, we’ll see who wins in the end.
“Yan Huan, you will beg me on your knees one day. You’re willing to give up such a good chance to rise to fame? You want to be famous without taking shortcuts by yourself? I’ll see how you manage that.”
Yan Huan pulled the quilt over herself and lied down with her hand behind her head. Sure enough this was a path beset with difficulties, one that she had to look out for on every step. Even the slightest carelessness could cause her death.
Wolf ahead, be careful.
The pain in her head came in waves, she was suffering with her brows furrowed. She was in too much pain, and the day was breaking when she finally opened her eyes.
She touched her forehead, and realized her temperature had gone down. Was her fever gone?
She grabbed the medicine and took two.
And when she came out, she found that Yi Ling was wearing a dress with her feet propped up on the table, so she could clearly see up her skirt.
Yi Ling hurriedly put her feet down and pressed her dress to her legs when she saw Yan Huan. She seemed quite embarrassed, as if afraid Yan Huan would laugh at her.
Yan Huan went into the kitchen and got a glass of milk. Then she sat on the sofa and sipped it, ignoring Yi Ling all dressed up.
After all, there was no difference in her before and after.
Yi Ling let out a sigh of relief, glad that Yan Huan hadn’t laughed at her, otherwise she might have torn off the dress and never put one on again. I can’t figure out why women like to wear dresses, it’s so easy to expose yourself.
She squinted her eyes and looked at Yan Huan, who was wearing simple pajamas. But after living a comfortable life for years, she exuded an aura of good temperent and calm in her every move.
She looked elegant and noble in her behaviour, she sat with her legs together without a gap, surely she wouldn’t expose herself. How are we are both women yet so different?
Yan Huan was definitely a woman in external figure and mannerisms, while Yi Ling looked like a man in every way.
“Would you like some?” Yan Huan pushed her milk forward. “I just had a few sips.”
“No,” said Yi Ling. She got up and went back to her room. When she came out, she had changed clothes into her style again. She must have been irritated by the big guy.
I am not a prince even if I wear a robe. I better not try on the dresses so I don’t make people laugh their heads off, thought Yi Ling miserably. And anyways, she had to wear pants as she couldn’t sit properly like Yan Huan.
She sat down and crossed her legs, this feels so good, I can sit however I like without being afraid of flashing anyone.
Oh yes, now she remembered. She took a pile of materials and put them in front of Yan Huan.