In the dead of night, Xia Siyu tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Yin Mo had already been forcibly taken back to the master bedroom by He Chen. In the quiet, dark guest room, only vague silhouettes and endless tranquility could be discerned. Sighs slipped from her lips, and when Xia Siyu could no longer stand it, she threw on a coat and walked out of the guest room. The He Family villa was enormous. Following her mental map, she arrived at the minibar in the function hall and took three cans of beer from the fridge. There was still a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the corner of the pool table. The night light was dim. Xia Siyu took a sip of beer, and the cold liquid made her cough uncomfortably. "Xia Lao Wu, drowning your sorrows in drink?" The second sip of beer didn’t even make it down her throat; she spewed it out in fright, "Pfft—" Yun Lih was sitting in the single armchair at the farthest end, legs crossed, with eyes casting a faint glow under the night light. Xia Siyu was so scared that her hair stood on end, "Yun Lih?" In her anxiety, she called him directly by his name. Yun Lih listened to her address him and lightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, "So timid?" "Didn’t you leave?" Xia Siyu looked down at the crushed beer can in her hand, unable to regain her wits for a long time. In the deep of night, who would have thought Yun Lih would sit on the most inconspicuous couch in the function room, pretending to be a ghost and scaring people. Yun Lih propped himself up on the armrest, stood up, and sauntered to the side of the pool table, leaning with his lower back against the table, "I just went out to handle some matters." The man slightly crossed his legs in front of him, arms folded across his chest, looking at Xia Siyu a few steps away. The lighting was dim, making her face unclear. Yun Lih gazed deeply at that face, constantly asking himself a question, does he truly like her, or is he just trying to make amends out of guilt? Tonight, He Chen’s words awakened Yun Lih, forcing him to begin facing up to what his feelings towards Xia Siyu really were. There was heartache, guilt, appreciation, and probably quite a bit of liking too. Yun Lih just watched Xia Siyu, who was still in a state of shock. That face bore a slight hint of reproach and disdain, no longer a smile full of distance but rather intensely real, real enough to touch. He spoke, using a low and warm voice to call her name. Xia Siyu’s eyelids trembled, and certain memories buried deep in her subconscious were suddenly awakened. She put down the beer can, hurriedly preparing to escape, "I’m sleepy, going back to sleep now, goodnight." Actually, many people called her Xiaxia, including Lu Jingan when he first started. Read complete versıon only at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 But at some point, Xia Siyu began to dislike those two characters. Just like now, Yun Lih called her Xiaxia again, probably to try tirelessly to persuade her out of something. Xia Siyu felt bitterness in her mouth, and her mood plummeted. She had been so cautious and behaved according to her station, why couldn’t they just leave her alone? Xia Siyu attempted to rush away, but her wrist was suddenly caught tight, making it hard for her to take another step. Yun Lih’s palm was warm and dry, gripping her slightly cool wrist, with his thumb lightly caressing her skin. Xia Siyu stared stiffly at his hand, her gaze slowly traveling upwards until it met Yun Lih’s dark, unfathomable eyes, "Wha-what are you doing?" "Why run?" Yun Lih lightly raised an eyebrow, the bobbing of his throat as he spoke inexplicably seductive. Xia Siyu licked her dry lips, "Not running, I want to sleep, just let go first." Yun Lih gave her a profound look, turned to glance at the beer cans on the small coffee table, and suggested in a deep voice, "Join me for a drink?" Xia Siyu sneaked a peek at his profile, the refusal she intended to say ended up on her tongue and she blurted out, "Sure." Soon after, Yun Lih fetched several bottles of spirits, and the two sat side by side on the sofa, the atmosphere considerably more harmonious. Xia Siyu occasionally glanced at Yun Lih as he mixed the drinks, unable to suppress the question that had weighed on her mind for days, "Is the poison in your body cured yet?" Without lifting his head, Yun Lih shook the cocktail shaker and replied bluntly, "No." After speaking, he even gave a couple of coughs to show he wasn’t lying. Xia Siyu’s breath caught, her heart uncontrollably filled with tiny, dense pangs of pain, "Even Elder Shang can’t do anything?" "Maybe not." Yun Lih smiled faintly in a way she couldn’t see, "When I left the old residence, he said... life and death are destined." Xia Siyu suddenly curled up her fingers, unable to bear looking away. So, he really had little time left. Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, He Chen cast a sidelong glance at Yin Mo’s phone screen, shaking his head with a mocking chuckle, "Xia Lao Wu’s mind doesn’t work too well either." On the phone screen was a live surveillance feed from the function hall. Yin Mo gave him a tap, "Don’t talk nonsense, Lao Wu is smarter than me." "Smart?" He Chen, shirtless, rested his hands behind his head and teased, "Babe, advise her to stop struggling, clean herself up, and give herself to Yun Lih sooner or later." Even Xia Siyu could be fooled by Yun Lih’s lame excuses. Upon hearing this, Yin Mo pursed her lips and exited the video surveillance. She turned slowly, tracing circles on the man’s chest with her finger, "Brother Lih is different from you, he’s serious, definitely wouldn’t mess around with Lao Wu." He Chen glanced down at her mischievous hands, licking his cheek, "A man being serious in front of a woman, you think that’s a good thing?" He said as he turned and pressed Yin Mo beneath him, carefully avoiding her stomach, "Babe, you come on my bed and praise another man for being serious, you need a lesson, don’t you?" Meanwhile, Xia Siyu and Yun Lih had already started drinking together. The two of them had no idea He Chen had installed surveillance in his home’s function room. After three drinks, Xia Siyu’s cheeks began to flush. She had a decent tolerance for alcohol, but tonight, the tipsiness seemed to come faster. The overly quiet atmosphere seemed to amplify silence and awkwardness immeasurably. Xia Siyu touched her forehead with the back of her hand, feeling a little at a loss. The man beside her leaned back against the sofa, arms lazily draped at either side, and even in the dim light, his aura and handsomeness couldn’t be hidden. At this moment, Yun Lih sensed Xia Siyu’s gaze and gave a slight chuckle, proposing, "Wanna play a drinking game?" Xia Siyu nodded, "Sure, how do we play?" Xia Siyu turned in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to play such a childish game. Yun Lih, without much care, produced three dice from who knows where and eyed her indifferently, "Any objections?" "No, let’s do it." Xia Siyu rolled up her sleeves, rubbing her palms together, ready to take him on. Yun Lih handed her the dice, "Let’s play high or low, you start." Xia Siyu, preoccupied with winning or losing, didn’t catch the glint in the man’s eyes. She retrieved a dice cup from under the coffee table, gave it a few shakes, and slammed it down on the table, "Three of a kind." As she lifted the cup, there they were, three ones. Then Xia Siyu, belatedly, asked, "Are we playing for high or low?"