So, the man is still smoking outside at four-thirty in the morning? And outside her bedroom door? An Yin, feeling her heart pounding, buried her face into the soft quilt; she could feel a peculiar emotion arise inside her every time she saw Bao Shaojin. However, she lacked the courage to explore that inexplicable feeling and even wanted to escape it. Deep in An Yin’s heart, her mother’s love that ended for no reason somewhat influenced her. So every time she discussed love with others, she instinctively resisted, always feeling that love was like a mirage. After all, she saw her mother’s infatuation over the years with her own eyes. The remaining few hours, An Yin lingered in a state between wakefulness and dream. The alarm clock she set on her phone went off the next morning, startling An Yin awake. When she reached the washbasin and gazed into the mirror, her eyes were swollen, and the dark circles were prominent. She applied a hot towel for a while, but it didn’t help at all. After washing up, she dragged her tired body out of the bedroom. With every step, she looked at the soft pink slippers on her feet, feeling particularly heavy-hearted. She couldn’t help but recall the man’s words from last night. It seemed that his kindness to her was taken for granted. The man’s domineering and aggressive manner made her quite afraid. With her mind weighed down, An Yin walked across the corridor. As soon as she stepped into the hall, the man’s voice came from the direction of the sofa. "Are you feeling unwell?" Bao Shaojin stood up, looking at her directly. "No." An Yin explained. Why would he say that? Did she look like a sick person? An Yin felt quite speechless. Bao Shaojin paced over to her side; seeing the slight puffiness around her bright eyes, he didn’t continue talking. Seeing his gaze consistently fixed on her, An Yin quickly turned her faintly blushing cheeks away. An Yin didn’t know that she was already a top beauty. Her innocent and charming appearance was both alluring and captivating. "Go have breakfast first." Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡~𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Bao Shaojin abruptly said. "Oh." An Yin mumbled after a half-second silence. Actually, An Yin wanted to have breakfast at school directly, but the man in front of her, appearing so unhurried, inexplicably created an oppressive feeling. Faced with his suggestion, she didn’t dare oppose it. She followed him into the dining room. Once seated, An Yin noticed an aunt standing in the dining room, arranging steaming hot plates on the table. In a short while, the table was laid with a wide array of dishes, both Chinese and Western. "Aren’t you having classes later? Why are you still in a daze?" Bao Shaojin didn’t lift his eyelids as he said calmly. "I’m eating." After saying this, she hurriedly picked up chopsticks, grabbed a meat bun, and took a bite. The juices instantly filled her mouth; the sensation of eating meat felt truly wonderful. While eating, An Yin kept glancing toward the man from time to time. An Yin noticed how his fingers were long and slender, his every move elegant and composed, exuding a noble and aloof king-like aura. He ate without making a sound. In contrast, the slight crisp sound of her chewing lingered between them, yet she wasn’t aware. But his sharp perception had already caught on. Being the head of the Bao Family, every action of his was scrutinized by others; every tiniest detail was demanded to be perfect, down to the finest point. From childhood to adulthood, he didn’t have the right to act willfully. When the little girl appeared before him, she shattered his self-restraint. He knew it was a risky matter. Beneath the dazzling chandelier. The two finished breakfast. Back in the hall, just as An Yin was about to speak, the man spoke first. "The last time you were hospitalized, you left something at the hospital." Bao Shaojin glanced toward the coffee table. Following his gaze, An Yin saw an exquisite wooden box. With so much happening recently, her mind couldn’t process things quickly. She racked her brains for a long time but couldn’t remember where this thing came from. Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Bao Shaojin reminded her, "Jingrou said it’s yours." Hearing Sister Jingrou’s name, a light bulb went off in An Yin’s head, "Jianjia Alley" emerged in her mind. On the day her eyes got injured, she went to the An Residence in "Jianjia Alley." This was a gift from the owner of that house. So much time had passed, she almost forgot. "I remember now." An Yin said sheepishly. Upon saying so, she walked over to the coffee table, bent over to pick up the wooden box, curiosity driving her to open it and peek inside. "If you want to see it, just open it." Bao Shaojin frowned slightly, motioning her to open it. It was just a gift; her eagerness seemed excessive. "No, no need." An Yin hugged the wooden box, shaking her head gently. Bao Shaojin’s face turned colder as he headed straight for the door. Watching the man’s unpredictable expression, An Yin quickly trotted to catch up with his pace. At the entrance, she sat on the soft chair beside the shoe cabinet, changing her shoes. The man swiftly changed his shoes in a few seconds, his tall figure standing aside waiting for her. Holding the wooden box in one hand, An Yin changed her shoes with the other, her movements appearing a bit slow and cumbersome. It took her nearly two minutes to put on her shoes properly. Then, An Yin saw the man touch the door handle, and the door slowly opened. She thought about how she had tried to open the door yesterday, but it wouldn’t budge. An Yin quickly went up to the man’s side, timidly saying, "I couldn’t open this door yesterday." Bao Shaojin paused with his strides, gently put his foot down, turned around, and his deep pupils landed on her. He pressed the inside of the door handle, and soon some English words appeared on the door handle. "Put your hand on it." He looked up at her, his words extremely firm. Unaware of what this meant, An Yin obediently grasped the door handle. An Yin was surprised to hear a crisp sound emanate from the door handle, and soon the English words on it vanished. Confused, An Yin looked at him, "What’s this about?" Her eyes were clear, and with her head tilted up, the white skin of her neck came into his view, that glaring white skin causing a dark tide to surge in his eyes. "From now on, whenever you come to ’Qin Land,’ you can come and go freely in this room," Bao Shaojin spoke, his gaze deep, carrying a penetrating clarity. An Yin was momentarily dumbfounded, before uttering, "Can it, can it be canceled?" Having said so, she watched him warily, fearing he might get angry. To her surprise, the man casually replied, concise and straight to the point, "If you don’t leave now, you’ll be late." As soon as he finished speaking, An Yin checked the time on her phone, and alarmed, she hurriedly ran toward the elevator. Bao Shaojin watched her hurried manner, his lips tightened, slowly forming a subtle curve. Once inside the elevator, neither of them spoke, especially An Yin, who was unbelievably well-behaved.