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

Rong Zhi came out of the bathroom and went to the bedroom. He found no one there. His heart suddenly tightened. He walked out quickly.

Sang Yuwan heard the noise and looked over. She saw a tall man wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. His chest was bare, revealing his toned abdominal muscles. His legs were strong and sturdy.

"Put on your clothes." Sang Yuwan's ears flushed and she quickly looked away.

Rong Zhi stood there, narrowed his eyes, and curled his lips, "I didn't bring any clothes."

Sang Yuwan's breath got stuck in her throat, and she said angrily, "Rongzhi, you are so shameless."

Rong Zhi's lips twitched slightly when he heard this. Then, he walked towards her calmly. "Madam, you said I'm shameless, so I..."

"Shameless." Sang Yuwan's heart tightened and she quickly stood up, her pretty face full of anger.

Rong Zhi saw her walking towards the bedroom and prepared to follow her.

"Stop right there. Don't move!" Sang Yuwan gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice.

Rong Zhi paused for a moment.

Sang Yuwan quickened her pace and walked towards the cloakroom.

Rong Zhi looked at her back, his eyes flickering, his emotions hard to hide. His eyes were filled with joy, sincerity, and an indescribable love.

He was about to turn around when Sang Yuwan came over.

"Hurry and change it."

The next second, a set of men's clothes and pants were thrown heavily on him.

He picked it up and saw that it was the shirt and trousers he had left here last time. They were neatly ironed.

Sang Yuwan's chest heaved, her pretty face filled with anger as she walked to the sofa and sat down again.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Rong Zhi who was about to untie the bath towel.

She quickly turned sideways, facing away from him, took a deep breath, and cursed softly, "Go inside and change!"

Rong Zhi curled his lips, his dark eyes holding a gentle smile, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

Sang Yuwan's breathing quickened, her face flushed, her heartbeat quickening. She grabbed a pillow and clutched it tightly. Her lips tightened, and the anger in her eyes deepened.

Rong Zhi quickly changed his clothes, slowed down his pace, and walked towards her step by step.

Seeing that he was about to sit next to her, Sang Yuwan hurriedly moved to the side.

Seeing this, Rong Zhi had a playful smile in his eyes.

He teased her on purpose.

She moved forward and he followed.

Finally, Sang Yuwan had nowhere to retreat and her body was pressed against the armrest of the sofa.

Her delicate eyebrows were tinged with anger, revealing a different kind of charm. Her voice rose, "Rongzhi, stay away from me!"

Rong Zhi raised his eyebrows, his eyes deep and soft, "Are you afraid?"

Sang Yuwan turned her head and glared at him fiercely, "Nonsense."

Rong Zhi stood close to him, arms outstretched, resting naturally on the back of the sofa. His posture was lazy and somewhat ambiguous. "I'm not afraid. Why are you hiding?"

"I want to hide from you, but I can let you in." Sang Yuwan's eyes were cold, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her low voice was filled with anger.

Rong Zhi crossed his legs, exposing his ankles, revealing a bit of masculine charm.

Without waiting for him to speak again, Sang Yuwan said in a deep voice, "Today is the last time I will let you in. From now on, there will be no connection between you and me."

Rong Zhi's eyebrows flickered, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile, "I am the father of your child. How can there be no connection between us?"

Sang Yuwan's pupils shrank as she glared at him angrily, "You are such a scoundrel!"

Rong Zhi didn't seem annoyed when he heard this. He even raised his eyebrows. "If scolding me makes you feel relaxed, then go ahead and do it."

"You..." Sang Yuwan was so angry that she was speechless.

Rong Zhi tapped his fingers lightly on the backrest, the smile in his eyes deepened, and a hint of love was revealed.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Sang Yuwan's anger rose. She took a deep breath, turned her head, gritted her teeth, and tugged at his arm.

"Hiss..." Rong Zhi felt pain in his arm and couldn't help but frown, groaning softly. Then he took a deep breath.

Sang Yuwan's anger had not subsided, and she raised her hand to pinch him again.

This time, it did not succeed.

Rong Zhi quickly grabbed her wrist and pretended to be in pain. "How about a different method?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened and she gritted her teeth, "I thought Second Master was fearless, but I didn't expect he would be afraid of pain."

Rong Zhi held her wrist and gently placed it on his knee. His eyes drooped slightly, and his lips curled up. "I am a human, not a god."

Sang Yuwan sneered, "Second Master is so high and mighty, how could he be a human being?"

Rong Zhi could hear her mocking him, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Gods don't have hearts, but I do."

Sang Yuwan looked at him, their eyes met, and a different feeling spread.

The air around was filled with ambiguity, and the temperature gradually rose.

The distance between them was only an inch, yet it seemed as if there were thousands of mountains and rivers between them. They were so close, yet they could not touch each other.

In each other's eyes, there are stars and there is also darkness.

Rong Zhi's breathing gradually became heavy, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice became low and hoarse, "We..."

Sang Yuwan felt a wave of panic, her face flushed. Before he could finish, she interrupted him, "We have nothing to do with each other."

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and held her wrist, letting her palm rest on his chest, "Sang Yuwan, tell me, what do you feel?"

Beneath his sturdy chest, his heartbeat was strong and powerful. It was a pounding, throbbing heart. It was a scorching, burning heart.

Sang Yuwan froze instantly, and her palms felt numb, as if she had been touched by a strong electric current.

Time stops.

The air suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Rong Zhi stopped talking. He just looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Buzz—-

The rapid vibration of the cell phone broke the silence in the room.

Sang Yuwan suddenly came to her senses and pulled her hand back with all her might. Her chest was heaving violently.

Rong Zhi glanced at the phone screen, his eyes darkening. He slowly stood up and said to Sang Yuwan, "I'm going to take a call."

Sang Yuwan didn't say anything.

Rong Zhi stood up and walked to the window.

"explain."

The low and cold voice revealed the strength and majesty of a superior.

"Second Master... 嘤嘤..."

The person on the other end of the phone called him and burst into tears.

Rong Zhi's brows sank, his expression suddenly cold, "What happened?"

"Second Master...Sister Wan is really banning me this time..."

The person who called was none other than Mingmei.

Rong Zhi's eyes were cold, and his tone became even colder, "How dare you mess with her!"

Mingmei was stunned for a few seconds and sobbed, "I didn't provoke her..."

"You mean, she's looking for trouble?" Rong Zhi's eyes were grim, revealing a hint of murderous intent.

Mingmei paused, her breathing becoming noticeably heavier. "Second Master, I didn't say she was looking for trouble. I really didn't provoke her this time. I just wanted to take back what was mine."

Rong Zhi looked at the glass window, his reflection silent.

The person on the sofa leaned against the armrest of the chair, looking a little tired.

It was a little after two in the morning, and normally people would have gone to bed long ago.

She hasn't rested yet so late today, obviously she is worried about something.

I'm afraid Mingmei is also one of the reasons why she can't sleep.