An Yin’s eyebrows arched upwards, unexpectedly colliding with the man’s dark, cold eyes, and she quickly suppressed the guilty look in her eyes. Bao Shaojin fell into deep thought. The young girl naturally blurted out: How could she know? This showed that she didn’t doubt the intentions of her good friend. A trace of hostility flickered in Bao Shaojin’s somber eyes. Facing the young girl’s clear and innocent eyes, he ultimately couldn’t bear to reveal the darkest part of this world to her. Bao Shaojin coldly and indifferently said, "Is it strange for me to return to my own home?" An Yin was stifled by his words. Indeed, why should it be strange for him to return to his own home? It was actually she who was occupying the nest. An Yin tightened her grip on her knees, and her dazed eyes fell on the blanket. In the bedroom, the temperature was moderate, yet the heat in someone’s heart never dissipated, and it even seemed to rekindle. Bao Shaojin’s cold and stern brows seemed tinged with a hint of desire, making his clear, sharp face even colder. Then he turned to leave, but as he walked to the foot of the bed, he saw clothes scattered on the floor and paused for a moment, bending down to pick them up and lightly placing them on the bed. Seeing the man leave without warning, accompanied by a closing door sound, An Yin sat there bewildered, until she realized he had picked up her clothes, and her mind went blank as images she tried hard to avoid rushed into her mind. In the bathroom, she stood there dazed, and the man suddenly barged in, while she was... He had seen everything... indisputably. An Yin had a weak stress tolerance, and when stimulated, she would automatically block out those unbearable scenes, like just now, when the man saw her bathing in the bathroom, leaving her mind in a muddled state, until a while later, she gradually relaxed and began to recall that scene... When she didn’t want to face something, she often appeared very sluggish. After a long time, she slowly put on her clothes. Previously she had searched all over, only to find them left at the foot of the bed. An Yin lowered her eyes, thinking about the scene of the man picking up her clothes when he left, her heart pounding. After changing clothes, An Yin slowly got up from the bed, moving with difficulty to the door. Would the man be outside if she opened the door? At this moment, she stood there with a conflicted expression. Actually, Bao Shaojin wasn’t much better off. At this moment, he was in the outside bathroom, cold water pouring over him, yet it couldn’t calm the restlessness in his heart. The young girl’s long, slender, white legs, and her proud... Soon, a low growl echoed through the bathroom. The apartment was filled with an eerie atmosphere. An Yin didn’t dare to come out of the bedroom. The man spent most of his time in the bathroom. One was timid and fearful, the other almost pathologically irritable. Until the sky grew dark, and looking out the window, the pitch-black night enveloped the earth. An Yin squatted on the floor, her stomach making rumbling noises, she looked up towards the windowsill, outside was all darkness. Unknowingly, it had become night. "Grumble..." An Yin lowered her head, looking at her flat stomach, swallowing hard. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 In her bewilderment, the knocking sound startled her into shrinking into the corner, nervously looking towards the door. The man’s deep and mellow voice came through the door. With each word he said, An Yin grew more nervous, and after he finished speaking, An Yin’s lips parted slightly, but with some images in her mind, she fell silent and stood there quietly. "An Yin." Bao Shaojin’s voice lost a bit of patience. Hearing his assertive tone, An Yin reluctantly mumbled, "Oh." As she stood up against the wall, her foot felt sore and numb, as if paralyzed. She grasped the door handle and opened the door. Instantly, the man’s handsome and aloof face appeared before her. An Yin was visibly flustered. "What’s wrong?" Bao Shaojin noticed her hand continuously holding onto the door frame, and that her walking posture was very awkward. Hearing his words, An Yin was puzzled for a moment, until she saw him staring at her foot, then she realized what he meant, "My foot’s asleep." The man’s narrow eyes slightly lifted, the deep black pupils dark as distant mountains shrouded in mist, listening to her soft and tender voice, the man stepped forward and, while the young girl was still in shock, lifted her horizontally and carried her towards the dining room. An Yin instinctively wrapped her arms around the man’s neck as she was lifted. The scent of sandalwood unique to him lingered at the tip of her nose, and as An Yin came back to her senses, one of her hands tightly grasped the man’s bathrobe collar, her heart drumming fast. She intended to ask the man to put her down, but the words stuck in her throat. Bao Shaojin was domineering and stubborn, not one to easily heed others’ suggestions. Through the corridor and the hall, the man carried her to the dining room. After placing her on a chair, Bao Shaojin glanced at her fair, smooth feet and frowned slightly. He turned around and left. An Yin was bewildered, taking advantage of the man’s absence, she began to survey her surroundings. A crystal chandelier hung above the dining table, shimmering brightly in the light. The dining table was rectangular, covered with a variety of dishes, just the sight of which made one’s mouth water. An Yin wasn’t in the mood to notice anything else, her wide eyes fixed on each dish on the table. Until the man approached, saying, "Lift your foot." Only then did An Yin come back to her senses. She saw the man holding a pair of men’s cotton slippers and obediently lifted her foot. Bao Shaojin naturally kneeled down on one knee, slipping the shoes onto her slender, soft feet. An Yin watched as the man knelt on the ground with one knee, her eyes trembled lightly, feeling an indescribable sensation in her heart. His manner of putting on shoes was somewhat solemn, as if this task was very important to him. At this thought, An Yin’s heart skipped a beat, and she pretended to be calm, pursing her lips slightly. Bao Shaojin looked at her small feet wearing his shoes, which were much larger, giving her a comical appearance like a child wearing adult shoes. The young girl’s feet were white and tender, and Bao Shaojin inexplicably had a wild notion in his mind, but even though he tried hard to suppress it, the thought in his eyes only grew more uncontrollable. He stood up briskly, taking a seat next to the young girl. An Yin, whose mind was wandering with thoughts, heard the man’s voice and immediately leaned forward to the table, picking up chopsticks, grabbing a piece of sweet and sour ribs, and started gnawing away. The young girl’s eating style was not elegant, perhaps too hungry, and she was basically eating the whole plate of sweet and sour ribs by herself. Bao Shaojin served her a bowl of soup, "Have some soup first."