Yan Yan felt that, given her current dependence on him... it wouldn’t be hard to make her fall for him.
He was confident in himself.
However, what Gu Yixuan said couldn’t help but make him concerned.
If he followed his own desires and insisted on pulling her into his world.
It could indeed bring her trouble and innumerable dangers...
Huang Sijun’s kidnapping this time was a good example.
Gu Yixuan knew him too well, so every word he said directly pierced his most fatal point.
Yan Yan could actually disregard it; his character wasn’t the type to care about such things.
Even if it would bring danger, so what? The person he wanted would naturally be his.
As for everything else, they’re yet to happen.
At worst, he’d think of a solution then. He was confident he could protect her, so overall the risk wouldn’t be too great.
But this time... he was afraid.
The decision he had initially made suddenly began to waver.
He felt an unprecedented confusion within him.
These past few days, he hadn’t spoken to Yun Qiluo, constantly pondering whether he should continue...
Images from the time Yun Qiluo was kidnapped flashed before his eyes: her small body trembling in an abandoned house, and her fear-stricken, helpless face.
And those eyes, which in the video, kept looking at him with a kind of plea and fear.
The man’s fingers holding the cigarette couldn’t help but tremble slightly.
The cigarette’s light flickered slightly in the darkness, and ashes fell.
He lowered his phoenix eyes, hiding all his thoughts, bringing the cigarette to his lips, and took a deep drag.
Yun Qiluo woke from her slumber because she subconsciously wanted to snuggle into Yan Yan’s embrace.
After trying for a long time, she couldn’t find him.
She sleepily kept reaching toward where Yan Yan usually slept, until finally... she found herself on the floor.
Though the bed in Yan Yan’s room was large, it wasn’t very tall. After Yun Qiluo came, noticing her habit of walking barefoot in the room, Yan Yan had a thick carpet laid out.
When she fell, there wasn’t a sound nor any pain.
But it did wake her up.
She groggily realized she had fallen onto the carpet, quickly got up, sat up, and rubbed her eyes.
She found the bed empty.
Where was the beautiful woman?
She instinctively wanted to find him, then caught the smell of smoke.
She was very sensitive to smells; even though the glass door was closed, she detected the faint scent wafting through the cracks.
Yun Qiluo stood up from the floor, looking drowsily toward the balcony outside.
Through the transparent glass door, she could vaguely see the tall figure of a man outside, and in the darkness, only a silhouette could be seen.
But Yun Qiluo immediately recognized him as her beautiful woman.
Her night vision had always been good. After rubbing her eyes, she quickly saw him clearly.
The man was leaning against the railing, smoking, his posture lazy and nonchalant, but elegantly captivating.
His face, even more stunningly beautiful in the dim light, seemed a bit lonely, perhaps due to the lighting.
There seemed to be a hint of weariness in his brows and eyes.
Originally planning to fling open the glass door and rush to him, Yun Qiluo’s steps unconsciously halted.
She couldn’t help biting her lower lip, feeling a dull ache in her heart.
The beautiful woman seemed... truly unhappy.
And she had been so inconsiderate these past two days, truly misbehaved.