Mr. Rong, please stay. Miss Sang doesn't want to be a widow.

Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed twice.

knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Sang Yuwan simply assumed it was just a thought, because Minglang was very measured. Even when he came upstairs for something, he stayed in the living room and rarely entered the study. He would never overstep his bounds and enter her bedroom or other private spaces.

Although the two grew up together in the Ming family and were as close as brothers, Minglang knew from a young age that there was a difference between master and servant and never had any improper thoughts about Sang Yuwan.

"Xian Si, come in." Sang Yuwan responded.

Click.

The bathroom door opened slightly and someone walked in.

Sang Yuwan was lying in the bathtub, covered with a layer of dense white bubbles, which covered everything except the area above her neck.

The incoming footsteps seemed a bit heavy, not like Xiansi's.

Sang Yuwan's heart sank, and he hurriedly covered his chest and turned his head to look over.

Through the mist, she saw the figure of a tall man.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and his angular features twisted slightly.

"Get out." Sang Yuwan's heartbeat quickened, thumping. Her entire body instantly felt scorching hot, and the water in her peripheral vision seemed to be boiling.

The man turned around, his back to her, and whispered, "I'll wait for you outside."

Sang Yuwan's face flushed and she shouted angrily, "Get lost."

The man's breathing paused slightly, and he walked out.

Sang Yuwan grabbed the edge of the tub with both hands and slowly sat up. She took a deep breath, her heart still beating fast.

After a few minutes, she put on her bathrobe and went to the bathroom outside.

Just as I was about to use the hair dryer to blow dry my hair, the man came in again.

Sang Yuwan's face darkened as she stared at him in the mirror. "You're so brave."

The man snatched the hair dryer from her hand and put his hand on her shoulder. "Why don't you answer the phone?"

Sang Yuwan was startled, "When did you call me?"

The man turned on the hair dryer and ran his long fingers through her wet hair.

This was not the first time he had done this, and his movements were becoming more and more skillful and gentle.

Sang Yuwan stared at the mirror without blinking, "I came here in the middle of the night just for this."

The man didn't stop his hands and opened his thin lips slightly, "I thought something happened to you."

"What could possibly happen to me?" Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, the collar of her bathrobe slightly open, her skin flushed. Unaware of it herself, her face grew even more furious. "You hope something bad happens to me."

The man's breathing hitched, and then he turned off the hair dryer and said, "Blow it yourself."

Sang Yuwan said angrily, "If you do this again in the future, I..."

The man who put down the hair dryer suddenly hugged her from behind and whispered in her ear, "What will happen to me?"

Sang Yuwan began to struggle, blood rushed up, and her body temperature became higher and higher.

The more she struggled, the tighter the man hugged her, and the two of them were pressed together.

"presumptuous."

"What do you think will happen to me?" The man put his arm around her slender waist, interlocking his fingers and holding her tightly in his arms.

His strong heartbeat struck her heart through the thin clothes.

"If you do this again, I'll call for help."

"That's it?" The man raised his lips and smiled lightly.

Sang Yuwan felt like she was almost out of breath, her pretty face becoming brighter and brighter, "Let go."

Seeing this, the man slowly unclasped his hands.

Sang Yuwan quickly turned around, raised her hand, and was about to slap him.

The man moved faster, put his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head, and kissed her.

Gentle offensive.

From the simple to the complex.

Sang Yuwan couldn't break free, and the anger in her heart was about to explode.

She was about to bite him, but he stopped.

Heavy breathing.

Both of their chests were heaving.

"Rong Zhi, don't go too far."

"Who is going too far?"

A thin layer of sweat covered Rong Zhi's angular face, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Sang Yuwan felt that he was a little unreasonable today and bit the corner of her lip. "What did I do?"

Rong Zhi was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said, "Sang Yuwan, be my girlfriend."

Sang Yuwan was struck by lightning, her mind went blank.

The air in the bathroom was a mixture of frost and heat.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyes and looked at Sang Yuwan's pretty face covered with anger. He spoke again, word by word, "Wanwan, I..."

Snapped--

Sang Yuwan finally slapped him.

This slap woke him up and also broke him.

"Rong Zhi, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Mingmei is not my girlfriend."

"You don't have to explain to me whether she is your girlfriend or not."

"I don't want you to misunderstand."

"Rongzhi, you take yourself too seriously." Sang Yuwan sneered.

Rong Zhijun's face tightened slightly, a faint blush appeared at the corners of his eyes, and he curled his lips and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Yeah, who am I? How can I be worthy of a woman like you?"

Sang Yuwan looked at him, her heart beating like a drum and her internal organs aching slightly.

Rong Zhi took two deep breaths, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his pupils reflected her pretty face.

"I drank too much today, sorry."

Sang Yuwan's heart seemed to be pierced by a long silver needle. "You've drunk too much. Why don't you go back and rest?"

Rong Zhi pursed his lips and said softly, "I don't want to go back."

Sang Yuwan's slightly extinguished anger was ignited again. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she shouted angrily, "If you don't leave now, I'll let them drag you away."

Rong Zhi stared at her, the red in his eyes growing darker. Then, he tilted his head and asked her, "Why are you all pushing me away? Am I such an unforgivable person?"

It's too late to be old.

He really drank too much today.

If we continue to argue, who knows what will happen.

She picked up the intercom and was about to call Minglang up, but Rongzhi held her hand.

The cool palm wrapped around the back of her hand.

Their heartbeats were sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

"Sang Yuwan, you pushed me away, are you afraid?"

Sang Yuwan just thought he was drunk and talking nonsense, so he kept his lips straight and said nothing.

"My parents abandoned me when I was born. When I was four years old, Bo Yuanshan adopted me, and I was overjoyed. But who knew that he adopted me just to find a replacement for Bo Xingzhi..."

Sang Yuwan was shocked and the blood drained away from his face in an instant.

"Rong Zhi, you said... Bo Yuanshan adopted you just to find a replacement for Bo Xingzhi?"

Rong Zhi forced out a bitter smile, "Heh."

Sang Yuwan asked again, "Why did he want to find a replacement for Bo Xingzhi?"

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"