An Yin cried more and more sadly, especially when she heard the occasional low growl from the man, which made her flustered and also curious about why the man would act . The answer to this was only revealed when An Yin became pregnant with her first child. Of course, that’s another story. The little girl cowered at the head of the bed, her clear eyes filled with vigilance as she watched the direction of the corridor. As she was on guard, she saw the man stepping in slippers, with long fingers emerging from the front end, and his strong, well-toned white-yellow calf. He was wearing a white bathrobe on his upper body. An Yin slowly looked up and met the man’s indifferent hawk-like eyes. His hair was still wet, reflecting a dim black light in the illumination. The man slowly walked in her direction. An Yin noticed he was holding a hairdryer. The tear stains in the little girl’s eyes had not yet dried. Bao Shaojin looked at her with trepidation as she restrained the melancholy in her eyes. He walked to the bedside, plugged in the hairdryer, "Move over here a bit." His voice was much clearer than before, each word extremely distinct. An Yin sat silently, her watery eyes fearfully looking at him. "An Yin." Bao Shaojin gave her a glance, his eyes deeply set. When the man spoke, there was an intangible mix of warning and dominance that made one involuntarily follow his orders. For someone as timid and weak as An Yin, he could easily make her obey without any effort. The little girl, so delicate and weak, in any man’s hands, seemed like a little rabbit ready for slaughter, with no room for resistance. An Yin reluctantly moved her small body. Bao Shaojin did not rush her, watching her cuddle the quilt and move to the bedside at a snail’s pace. After the man switched on the hairdryer, hot air flowed out, making a rustling sound. The sudden noise startled An Yin, prompting her to scramble to her feet and dart to the side. The little girl’s movements were quite swift at this moment. Bao Shaojin pressed the switch, and as he saw her about to jump off the bed, he sternly stopped her, "Come back here obediently." When he finished speaking, An Yin, who was about to step off the ground, froze in place, turning her head like a little ostrich and only then realizing that the sound came from the hairdryer. An Yin lowered her head shyly to avoid the man’s gaze. The man’s gaze was too intense, and ultimately, she obediently came to the man’s side, allowing him to dry her hair. When the man’s fingertips touched her scalp, she, in her daze, regained her senses, and her tone was sluggish, "I can do it myself." Her voice was like a mosquito’s buzz, weak and barely audible. The man pretended not to hear. The gentle warm wind passed over her head, strands of loose hair curling around her cheeks. An Yin couldn’t help but sit up straight as the man occasionally combed through her long hair. Her spine shivered with cold, making her breathe rapidly. She dared not speak again. The room’s temperature was moderate, and An Yin’s face blurred for a moment, then she dazedly hung her head, her eyes, like a confused deer, falling on the white quilt. Time passed by second by second. The soft and straight black hair in the man’s palm felt like flowing sand that would naturally slip through fingers. When touching her hair, Bao Shaojin’s actions were unprecedentedly gentle, as if holding a treasure. After her hair was dried, she unplugged it and placed the hairdryer on the side table. An Yin sat holding her knees, realizing that the man had stopped his movements, her eyes slightly shifted, her long lashes fluttering. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩 "An Yin, let’s talk." The man stood by the bed, only a foot away from her. From his perspective, he could only see her side profile, her loose black hair completely covering her small face. He couldn’t see any emotion on the girl’s face, which was very unusual for Bao Shaojin, who always liked to control others. He lifted his eyelids, his eyes coldly and sternly looking down at her. "Talk... talk about what?" An Yin tilted her head, seemingly not understanding. The little girl’s voice was gentle, her brows and eyes relaxed, and she slowly met the man’s burning dark gaze. In his eyes, there seemed to be an unusual emotion, with undercurrents surging. The girl’s beautiful eyes were as pure as a lake, her curled dense lashes fluttering slightly. When close to her, one could always catch a vague fragrance, making one intoxicated, unable to resist wanting to pull her into their arms and claim her... "Why are you here?" The man’s tone was calm, his face cold and profound. An Yin was stunned, her eyes wandering, and fragments of memories flashed in her mind. She mumbled softly, "Keke was in a bad mood, so I came to accompany her... then, she drank alcohol..." At this point, she looked at the man earnestly, "I didn’t drink beer; I drank juice-flavored drinks." Her voice was clear, and every word she said was sincere. Bao Shaojin looked at her tightly knit brows, his cold eyes seemed to see through her heart, "Headache?" An Yin guiltily nodded, "A little." She was really not good at lying. From the girl’s face, Bao Shaojin could tell she wasn’t lying. Being taken advantage of by a friend while remaining clueless, and being tricked into drinking a little alcohol, was not impossible in her muddled state. Thinking of this, the man looked up at An Yin, his gaze extremely cold, "Do you remember what happened after?" An Yin racked her brains to recall, but there were no clues, "I don’t remember." She had only drunk a bit of fruit liquor, with its sweet and sour taste lingering in her mouth. Even now, An Yin could still savor the taste of the fruit liquor. As long as she touched a little alcohol, her whole self became confused, so An Yin never drank. Bao Shaojin gazed at her with his calm and deep eyes. The little girl had no sense of vigilance towards her friend, not realizing she had been sold out. Bao Shaojin said in a deep voice, "When did your friend leave?" "I don’t know." An Yin’s breath hitched, her slender eyelashes flickering. Her ignorance in answering made Bao Shaojin quite exasperated, letting out a helpless cold chuckle. An Yin pursed her lips, tilting her head awkwardly, seeing his indifferent face. An Yin gently asked, "How did you appear here?" Bao Shaojin’s eyes deepened, the girl finally asked the key question, showing that she wasn’t completely beyond help. "What do you think?" Bao Shaojin responded with a question, wanting to test if the girl’s mind was sharp. After saying this, he remained silent, standing quietly. The dark, gloomy depths of his eyes growing increasingly obscure, leaving it hard to discern what he was contemplating. The man’s words left An Yin very puzzled. With a face full of frustration, she murmured in a muffled voice, "How would I know..."