Because she hadn’t drunk water for a long time, she let out a dry cough. In an instant, the bedside sensor lights on either side of her head lit up with a dim yellow glow, and the environment of the entire bedroom was instantly revealed before An Yin’s eyes. She stared blankly around. An Yin quickly closed her eyes. She must have been seeing things. After thinking it over, she reopened her eyes, and the familiar yet strange bedroom made her instantly recognize the situation. She was at Bao Shaojin’s place. An Yin propped herself up, sitting with her knees hugged. She lowered her head, looking at herself, wearing a thick down jacket and pants. The room temperature was moderate, but at this moment her back was faintly sweaty, making her feel sticky. She unzipped her jacket and took off the down jacket, which made her feel a bit better. Not only that, she was extremely thirsty, desperately wanting water. An Yin moved her body, her feet touching the floor, and slowly walked towards the door. The lighting in the room was not too bright, and she walked slowly. Reaching the door, she reached out to grab the door lock, turned it, and the door slowly opened. At the same time, a strong smell of smoke swept over. An Yin coughed repeatedly, choked by the smoke. Amidst the smoke, when she raised her eyes, a tall and faintly visible silhouette appeared in front of her, scaring An Yin to take a step back, screaming, "Ah..." Instantly, the hallway sensor lights lit up. Bao Shaojin stood tall, those sinister eyes seemed to hide undercurrents, casting onto the girl’s pale face. Unlike her startled demeanor, the man was calm and composed. "Bao... Bao Shaojin, what are you doing here?" An Yin clutched her heart, nervously looking at him. Her eyes trembled slightly, the fear in her gaze was obvious. During her daze, Bao Shaojin had already thrown away the cigarette butt in his hand, looking at her guarded eyes, he took a heavy breath, "Just passing by." His expression was calm and composed, not at all like he was lying. An Yin stared at him blankly, noticing the strong smell of smoke around the man, she said, "Did you smoke a lot?" After she asked, her gaze fell on the ashtray on the high table behind the man, where cigarette butts of varying lengths were piled like a small mountain. The man’s answer was ambiguous. The man stood with his back to the light, a few strands of messy black hair falling over his forehead. An Yin looked up and noticed his hair seemed a bit damp, perhaps he just finished bathing. Thinking of this, An Yin bashfully lowered her head, even her breathing became rapid. "Why are you up at this hour?" Bao Shaojin’s cool gaze fell on her feet, and his brows furrowed deeply. Although she was wearing socks, the night was still chilly, the girl was weak, and thinking of this, the man’s face instantly darkened. "Thirsty, want to drink water." An Yin answered honestly. "Wait in the room." Bao Shaojin’s tone carried a hint of command. "I can do it myself." An Yin quickly shook her head, refusing immediately. "Don’t make me say it twice." The man’s demeanor abruptly turned forceful. Upon hearing this, An Yin shuddered all over. In the early morning, the air carried a subtle sense of danger. In the end, An Yin obediently turned around and walked toward the bedroom, holding onto her clothes tightly with both hands, biting her lips, with a wronged expression on her face, looking pitiful. Bao Shaojin watched the dejected figure of the girl, his face darkening, and he left the front of her room. An Yin sat down by the bed, occasionally lifting her eyes to glance at the door. Unwittingly, a faint scent of smoke also lingered in the bedroom she was staying in. She reached out to rub her nose, hating the irritant scent. While she was lost in thought, the man walked over with a pair of cotton slippers in one hand and a glass cup in the other. Bao Shaojin handed the teacup to her. He didn’t say much, and his firm, grim face remained expressionless, making it impossible to decipher what he was thinking. "Th-thank you." An Yin was flattered, taking the cup in her hands, realizing that it contained warm water. In the next second, he bent down to place the slippers at her feet, instructing her, "Your slippers are at the entrance; remember to wear them next time." His tone, uncharacteristically resolute. However, his words inadvertently carried an ambiguous undertone. An Yin took a sip of water in a panic, trying to hide her inner unease. Maybe the man was just kindly reminding her, without any other meaning, she must have misunderstood, right? An Yin muttered to herself inwardly. After saying that, Bao Shaojin observed her reaction, seeing her flustered expression, yet showing no dissatisfaction. He repressed the dark undercurrents within his heart and continued, "There are fresh clothes in the wardrobe, all brand new." An Yin held the cup tightly in both hands, her forehead almost touching the edge of the cup. "An Yin, with me, there’s no need to be reserved." This remark from Bao Shaojin served as both advice and an indirect admission of her uniqueness. An Yin felt intensely anxious, too scared to look at the man, her voice soft and whispering, "Bao Shaojin, you, you..." An Yin stammered, unable to finish her sentence after a long while. The man’s focus was entirely on her, hearing her intermittent words that never came to completion, his obsidian eyes gradually rose, yet even after a significant pause, she failed to utter the rest of her sentence. "What do you want to say?" His voice was deep and magnetic, almost like a spell, urging the innocent and naïve her to go on. The cup of water in her hand grew colder and colder, An Yin’s clear eyes devoid of impurities, finally murmured, "You’re a good person, thank you." Bao Shaojin didn’t expect to hear this sentence. To Bao Shaojin, her words were startlingly fresh. No one had ever described him before, right? So, for the little girl, all these things he’d done, in her eyes, he was just a good person? An Yin kept her head down, clearly sensing the eerie silence in the bedroom after she finished speaking. Occasionally she held her breath, trying to catch any of the man’s subtle sounds, yet she was disappointed. If she couldn’t see the man’s feet, she’d think he had already left. "Go and sleep a bit more." Newest update provıded by 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 The man’s cool voice came from above her head. An Yin pursed her lips, slowly lifted her head, seeing the man’s tall silhouette gradually elongating. As he reached the doorway, he turned, drew the door closed, meeting her flustered gaze head-on. The man’s expression was complex, with emotions she couldn’t understand. Until the door was completely shut, An Yin stared at the closed door, her whole body seemingly drained, collapsing onto the bed. In her peripheral vision, she glanced toward the corner where the clock ticked. It was four-thirty in the morning.