Because she would roll over in her sleep, and if she wasn’t careful, her head would like to move onto his pillow.
Plus, with her mouth slightly open, she could easily drool when she was sound asleep...
The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he began to question how he had managed to get along with her until now, and was even crazy enough to let her move into his room to sleep together.
His obsession with cleanliness... seemed to be completely useless.
His personal space was being invaded wantonly and freely by her.
There were even piles of her things on the bathroom countertop, a cute electric toothbrush, a pink cat-patterned towel, and the skincare basics for girls that Wang Ma had prepared for her.
She used to go back to her room to wash up, but at some point, she moved everything over here without him noticing.
Yan Yan never bothered her, and she became more and more audacious.
The man just sat there on the ground, staring at her terrible sleeping posture, unconsciously for over ten minutes.
After a long while, he suddenly came back to his senses, realizing what he was doing...
He had actually spent so much time watching Yun Qiluo sleep!
Yan Yan stood up and gazed at the young girl sound asleep and blissfully unaware on the bed, his expression inadvertently revealing a trace of complexity.
Her influence over him... was becoming greater and greater.
He slightly lowered his gaze, and the feeling of annoyance that had troubled him for several days rose up again.
Suddenly, he had a strong urge to smoke.
He turned around, pulled a cigarette from the drawer, leaned against the wardrobe, and out of habit, wanted to light it.
At the moment the lighter sparked, he hesitated and extinguished the flame.
Casting a glance at the girl on the bed, he picked up the cigarette and walked outside.
Yan Yan’s room had a very large terrace, offering a view of most of the villa’s garden.
After stepping out, he carefully closed the glass door to isolate the room from the outside, ensuring that he wouldn’t disturb her, then leaned against the edge of the terrace with the cigarette in his mouth.
In the dim evening light, the end of the cigarette glowed faintly,
as thin wisps of white smoke rose and gradually dissipated in the air.
The garden’s lights were still on, the servants were already asleep, leaving only a few night guards standing quietly below.
The man’s demeanor was lazy yet carried an innate elegance.
Even such an act as smoking, when he did it, exuded an inexplicable charm.
Like a duke in a Central European period film, embodying both danger and allure in the night.
Even though he exuded an air of dangerous offensiveness, he still made people want to be like moths to a flame, willingly embraced by it.
His robe, at some unnoticed moment, had become slightly undone, revealing a small outline of his chest muscles. Yan Yan didn’t care, lazily leaning against the wall, taking puffs of his cigarette.
Echoing repeatedly in his mind were the words Gu Yixuan had said to him at the restaurant about his and Yun Qiluo’s future.
Yan Yan seemed not to mind.
But in truth, he remembered it all.
And... cared especially much.
He had never used to consider these things that had not yet happened, for the things he liked, he only needed to hold onto them tightly.
After all, he was Yan Yan; as long as he cared, no one could snatch anything from him.
Not even allowed to covet it.
Upon realizing he had different feelings for Yun Qiluo, Yan Yan thought the same way.
He could plunder, he could deceive, while she was still unaware of anything, he could entice her step by step to approach him until she was fully drawn into his world.
Making her completely unable to leave him.