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

"what are you doing?"

Sang Yuwan's heart was beating like a drum. His mind, which had just calmed down a little, fell into endless turmoil again.

Rong Zhi didn't say anything, held her in his arms, and strode into the bathroom.

"Rong Zhi!"

Sang Yuwan's heart was in turmoil. She clenched her fists and pounded hard on his swollen chest. Her eyes, misted with anger, revealed a deep confusion and panic.

Rong Zhi's jaw tightened slightly. His fierce and intimidating face was radiant and thrilling.

Sang Yuwan was flustered, as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Rong Zhi frowned slightly, his gaze lingered on her face for a second, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

"What exactly do you want to do?" A hint of red mixed with anger and bitterness appeared at the corners of Sang Yuwan's eyes.

Rong Zhi put her on the sink without saying a word.

Even through her bathrobe, Sang Yuwan could feel the chill beneath. Her heart sank, and her eyes were filled with endless struggle and pain.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

That night at the Grand Hotel was the beginning of all the mistakes.

Rong Zhi lowered his eyelids slightly, staring at her with his deep eyes, and the glimmer in his eyes was tinged with a faint smile.

"You gave me three million last time, what about this time?"

Sang Yuwan's eyes darkened, and the rage burning in her chest burned into her eyes.

Rong Zhi looked at her quietly, as if waiting for an answer.

Perhaps because of her naturally cold and arrogant personality, Sang Yuwan extremely hates being threatened.

However, he challenged her bottom line again and again.

Her eyes pierced him like knives, and a layer of frost covered her pretty face. After a few seconds, she suddenly curled her lips into a cold smile.

"How do you prove my innocence?"

Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly, as if he was about to smile or not, "How do you want to settle it?"

Sang Yuwan's heart tightened and he was ready to jump down.

Rong Zhi pressed it down in time and lowered his voice, "Don't move."

Sang Yuwan tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Let go."

Rong Zhi's brows were slightly sunken, and his eyes seemed to be stained with ink, dark and thick.

He held her down with one hand and took the hair dryer with the other.

Before Sang Yuwan could react, she heard a buzzing sound in her ears.

The man's slender fingers ran through her hair, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of shampoo, with a hint of sweetness.

Sang Yuwan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her thoughts were like the surface of a lake stirred by a strong wind. The waves were surging and could not be calmed.

The temperature and wind speed of the hair dryer are just right.

The strength in Rong Zhi's hands was just right, from gentle fiddling to careful combing, he got the balance just right.

The heat lingers.

Ambiguity breeds.

Sang Yuwan's mind was completely confused.

In her entire life, no man has ever blow-dried her hair.

Even Ming Zhan, her childhood sweetheart and the one who took great care of her, had never done anything so intimate and considerate to her.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and said, "Put it down. I can do it myself."

After saying that, he reached out and pushed Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi stood in front of her like a door god.

This push actually brought him closer to her.

At such a close distance, their heartbeats were intertwined.

"Rongzhi, I'm talking to you." Sang Yuwan was at a loss as to where to put her hands. Her pretty face was red as fire.

"I heard it." Rong Zhi spoke slowly, his voice low and magnetic.

In Sang Yuwan's sight, she saw the man's slender neck and protruding Adam's apple, and the blood in her body began to boil little by little.

She frowned and took a deep breath, "Get out now."

Rong Zhi stood still, his fingertips smoothing out the tangled ends of her hair bit by bit.

The two of them were too close. A cool, clear air blew in, and Sang Yuwan felt a tingling sensation in her heart, her earlobes dripping red, and her breathing became heavy and muffled.

Rong Zhi turned off the hair dryer and put it away. He took a step back and both of them supported themselves on either side of her body.

Sang Yuwan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a huge sense of crisis arose in her heart, "What are you going to do?"

The muscles in Rongzhi's arms are very smooth, his Adam's apple is rolling, and full of tension.

He looked into her eyes that were filled with anger, and curled his lips, "Let's settle the score."

Sang Yuwan felt a chill run down her spine, and shuddered. Taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth, "Second Master has robbed me of my innocence. No matter how you look at this, I'm the one who suffers."

Rong Zhi narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "So, I have to compensate you."

Sang Yuwan raised her eyes, with thin red bloodshot under her eyes, "We are even."

Rong Zhi's fingers pressed down her bathrobe, completely holding her in his arms.

Sang Yuwan instinctively leaned back, her starry eyes piercing him fiercely, "Rongzhi, don't push your luck."

Rong Zhi curled his eyes and smiled inexplicably, "Isn't it that Madam wants compensation?"

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, her brows furrowed, "You are too presumptuous."

Rong Zhi withdrew his hand and stood up straight. He lowered his eyes and looked at her with a smile, "Who is so presumptuous?"

That night at the Grand Hotel, she provoked him first.

Sang Yuwan choked and tightened her fingers. The collar of her bathrobe opened slightly. Her delicate skin flushed red.

Rong Zhi stared at her, his deep eyes faintly moved in the dim light of the sky.

Sang Yuwan took a deep breath and was about to speak when Rong Zhi's phone rang.

The man in black called, "Second Master, it's time to go."

Rong Zhi did not move.

Sang Yuwan gritted her teeth and said, "Why don't you leave?"

Rong Zhi took a step back, then put his arm around her slender waist and carried her down from the sink.

Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, her chest heaving, and her lips were bright red.

Rong Zhi suddenly lowered his head, his cold fragrance lingering in her ears, "I want to borrow something from you."

"Hairpin?" Sang Yuwan reacted immediately.

Rong Zhi was silent.

A hint of irony appeared on Sang Yuwan's lips. "Take it away. I was going to throw it away anyway."

Rong Zhi walked out with a smile.

Sang Yuwan looked at her back, his fingers clenched inch by inch, and his fingertips felt slightly cold.

Rong Zhi was about to reach the door when she suddenly reacted and hurriedly called out to him.

"Put your clothes on."

Rong Zhi stopped, turned around, and replied, "You messed up my shirt."

Sang Yuwan's face flushed red, her chest heaved violently, and her lower lip was almost bitten.

Rong Zhi saw this and shrugged his shoulders. "How about you find me a piece of Big Brother's clothes?"

"Get out!" Sang Yuwan's anger reached its peak and she glared at him hatefully.

A glimmer flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes. He turned his head and opened the bedroom door.

Xian Si saw him coming out shirtless, her face flushed instantly, and she lowered her head, "Second Master."

Rong Zhi didn't take it seriously and walked straight towards the elevator, saying, "Assistant Ji, you did a good job."

Xian Si was stunned.

drop--

There was a clear sound from the elevator entrance.

Xian Si's heart was shocked and his eyes were full of doubts.

Is the elevator working again?

She stood at the door for a few minutes, but Sang Yuwan still didn't come out. She mustered up the courage to knock on the door.

"Madam, are you still going to the group?"

Sang Yuwan's low, hoarse voice came out, "No."

"Okay, ma'am."

Xiansi went downstairs worriedly.

The joy is gone, the passion is aroused, and the life is also threatened.

This affair consumed so much of Sang Yuwan's energy that even she, who loved work so much, had to take a day off.

There was a "dengdengdeng" sound coming from the stairs. Xiansi stopped, leaned over and looked down.

Minglang went upstairs panting.

"Is Madam here?"