He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

When she woke up, Qu Yi's limbs were still a little weak. After looking around and confirming that she was in an unfamiliar place, she propped herself up and sat up.

I went to the table and poured myself a glass of cold water.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, bringing a refreshing sensation.

Suddenly, my ears twitched as I heard footsteps.

The door was pushed open, and the person who entered blocked the light from outside.

He was wearing a silver mask that covered his entire face. When he saw Qu Yi sitting at the table, he quickly went over to her.

Before she could speak, Qu Yi spoke first.

"You brought me here, what is your purpose?"

The masked man stood a few steps away from her without moving.

His voice was somewhat hoarse, and Qu Yi was certain he had never heard this voice before: "I rescued you, and you didn't offer a single word of gratitude. Instead, you asked me what my intentions were. Do you really want to marry that Yin Yuanqing?"

Qu Yi took a sip of cold water, lowered his head slightly as if deep in thought, and when he looked up again, his face was cold: "What I do seems to be none of your business."

"Who does that concern, your junior brother?"

The man stared intently at Qu Yi's expression.

Qu Yi paused, her gaze turning cold: "What do you mean?"

The man suppressed the upward curve of his lips and said in a low voice, "You can guess."

"I don't have time to play guessing games with you! Just tell me your purpose, don't threaten me with others!"

The man was silent for a moment, then surprisingly pleased: "So this can be used as a threat."

He left behind this nonsensical remark and turned to leave.

Qu Yi was even more confused. This person had abducted her silently, clearly possessed considerable strength, and was unafraid to offend the Heavenly Gate. Why was he speaking so inexplicably?

Yin Tiancang must have discovered that she was missing; Tianmen must be in complete chaos.

However, none of this concerns her, and the more chaotic Tianmen is, the better.

When Qu Yi was sleeping, she always felt that someone was watching her, but when she opened her eyes, she didn't see anyone.

This continued for three days in a row.

What's even stranger is that the three meals delivered every day are all perfectly suited to her taste.

The maid initially said it was made according to the tastes of most people in the area of ​​Bright Moon Valley, and I reluctantly believed her.

But on the second and third days, even with different variations, it still suited her taste perfectly.

That's not quite right.

That night, she adjusted her breathing and pretended to be asleep, and sure enough, she heard footsteps in the room.

The person walked to the bedside, bent down to straighten the blankets for her, sat at the table, drank some tea for a while, and then left.

After he left, Qu Yi opened his eyes, his brows slightly furrowed.

This person...

What is the picture?

She thought about it for a long time and finally came up with a guess.

It needs to be verified, which involves some risk.

Before going to bed, she took off her earrings, crushed them, and sprinkled the white powder into the white jade teapot. The powder dissolved instantly in the water, leaving no trace.

After finishing everything, I lay in bed.

She heard soft footsteps and the sound of drinking water again. This time, he didn't come to the bedside, but sat at the table, watching her as she slept. He, who was usually silent, actually spoke today, his voice low.

"If you knew..."

He didn't say anything more, and just got up and left.

"Master, why don't you tell the young lady?"

Yu Ming, who had changed into casual clothes, looked puzzled.

“She will be angry,” Lu Baiyu said with certainty.

"So, does Master intend for Miss to stay here indefinitely?"

"Tomorrow, find someone to escort her back to Bright Moon Valley. I have already written a letter to my master in her handwriting. My master and Master Meng should have returned to Bright Moon Valley by now."

"Yes."

Yu Ming withdrew, and Lu Baiyu stood alone in the courtyard. He seemed to be thinking about something, so he casually plucked a blooming flower in front of him. The petals were crushed into tiny pieces in his hand, and the bright red juice stained his hands, leaving vivid and decadent marks on his fair skin.

When he came to his senses, a flower had already been destroyed in his hands. He threw away the broken flower, turned around, and walked in another direction.

He wanted to tell her everything too.

Tell her about your hatred, your viciousness and ruthlessness, that you are not as fragile and innocent as she sees you.

But he was afraid, afraid that she would find him a stranger, and he couldn't bear her indifference. He decided to wait until he was more prepared.