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As dusk approached, the sky gradually darkened.

The house in Guanlanting was quiet all afternoon, but in the evening there was a sudden noise in the entrance hall, and soon the door was pushed open.

A busy figure in the kitchen hurried to the door and greeted a tall, slender man in a custom-made black suit as he entered.

"Sir, are you back?"

The woman, named Rong, was over fifty years old, but she was well-maintained and looked more capable and younger than the average person her age.

She had been living in the Han family for many years, helping Han Xi with his daily life.

"Hmm." Han Xi responded lightly, handed her the suit jacket, changed his shoes, and walked straight into the living room.

A refreshing scent swept past Rong's side. She watched as Han Xitan's dark eyes scanned the living room, and when he didn't see the person she expected, his gaze flickered slightly. She couldn't help but turn her face away and secretly smile.

"And her?" Han Xi asked.

Rong followed behind and said softly, "When I came, Madam was sleeping. She hasn't come out all afternoon. Perhaps she was tired and was sleeping soundly."

Han Xi nodded. "I'll go check on her."

"Okay, dinner will be ready soon. You can wake Madam up and we can eat right away. I'll leave after I've tidied up. I'll come back to wash the dishes tomorrow," Rong said with a smile, respectfully.

"Well, hard work."

Rong: "Not at all."

Han Xi slightly curved his lips in response.

Rong left with a meaningful smile and turned to go into the kitchen.

Han Xi raised his hand to check the time on his wrist. It was indeed getting late. He couldn't help but feel a little worried because his child had been sleeping for so long without making a sound.

He loosened his tie and walked toward the closed door.

He opened the door gently.

Han Xi is a person with a strong sense of territory. No one has dared to touch his things since he was a child, and his private space is a forbidden area that even his parents and elders cannot set foot in.

He didn't come to Guanlanting's house often, but as soon as he opened the door, he still sensed a strange flow in the air, the scent of another person.

His hand holding the doorknob paused for a moment, then his gaze easily locked onto the large bed, which was over two meters long, in the center of the room.

A glint of light flickered in his deep eyes, his gaze fixed on the bulge on the bed like a net. He silently approached the soft carpet with his lambskin slippers.

He walked around the foot of the bed, and his view gradually opened up, making the figure on the bed clearer.

The woman's long brown hair was spread out on the pillow like silk, and her small face, no bigger than a palm, was half buried in the light gray bedding and half exposed.

Perhaps because she was fast asleep, a blush rose to her cheeks, and her delicate eyebrows exuded a faint air of elegance.

His gaze swept over her long, drooping eyelashes. Though she wore no makeup, her skin was as smooth and delicate as if it had been coated with frost. Her high, straight nose twitched slightly, and her quiet and serene demeanor made one instinctively hold their breath, unwilling to disturb her.

A beautiful woman, a sight to behold, a beauty unparalleled in the world.

These words flashed through Han Xi's mind.

He raised his hand and tugged at the tie around his neck again, his gaze fixed on that alluring little face. He slowly and deliberately untied the expensive cuffs of his shirt, then bent down and gently placed them on a small table to the side.

He stood up and walked towards her, his gaze seemingly calm, but hidden deep within, unnoticed, was a tender, cautious warmth.

finally----

This was the closest she had ever been to him.

Han Xi bent down and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his head to look at the woman sleeping soundly beside him, completely unaware of his surroundings.

As he watched, he slowly raised his hand, his well-defined fingers gently touching the strands of hair entwined around her long eyelashes.

Fang Li was really sleepy.

She was fast asleep, and in her hazy state, she seemed to hear someone come in, but she couldn't quite tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Until a fresh, unfamiliar yet familiar fragrance wafted into her nostrils, she frowned slightly, trying to get closer and sniff to discern the source of the fragrance.

Her neat, delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her pink lips, which had been hidden under the blanket, finally appeared.

Seeing the woman's childlike gesture as she reached for his hand, the warmth in the man's eyes could no longer be concealed, and he pursed his lips and gave a very shallow smile.

Fang Li suddenly opened her eyes in her dream...

In my line of sight was a clean, slender hand.

That hand was resting lightly on the side of her face, and she could easily feel the warmth from the palm.

Startled, she frantically moved back and sat up in bed, clutching the blanket.

Their eyes met, and the man's eyes were as dark as a deep pool.

Fang Li stared blankly at him, and he calmly withdrew his hand, his expression silent.

"woke up?"

"When...when did you get back?"

Han Xi didn't speak, but his smiling eyes suddenly shifted downwards, landing on her chest...

There was no hint of offense in her eyes, but Fang Li had a bad feeling.

She followed his gaze and saw a small, slightly darkened mark on the light gray duvet cover.

Fang Li suddenly raised her hand to cover it, frantically tucking the large wad of blanket into her arms.

"Um, I..."

"I know." Han Xi's eyes held a hint of a smile.

Fang Li: "......"

You know what you're talking about!

She had no idea what was going on; she never drooled in her sleep before!

At this moment, Fang Li felt only embarrassment and helplessness.

It happens every time!

Why does this man always seem to see her at her most vulnerable?!

Fang Li lowered her head and remained silent.

Han Xi looked at the whorl of hair on her head for a while, then gradually stopped smiling and stood up, saying, "Aren't you hungry after sleeping for so long?"

Fang Li didn't speak, but glanced at him sideways and saw him watching her untie her tie with one hand.

His tie hung loosely around his neck, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up a few times and bunched up on his forearms, revealing an expensive watch that shimmered with the movement of his hands.

Fang Li had seen many men do this action in the play; they were either domineering or roguish... but none of them were as alluring or seductive as Han Xi at this moment.

She looked away, a little envious, but after a moment she couldn't help but look back...

Han Xi usually wears a simple shirt at the company, but this afternoon, because there was an important project to be approved and several partners were present, he wore a tie.

He intended to loosen his tie to take Fang Li out to dinner, but the tie tightened more and more as he pulled, and he got stuck halfway there.

He frowned slightly, somewhat displeased, and gradually increased the force in his movements.

Just then, a hand reached into his line of sight and touched his wrist.

Han Xi was slightly taken aback and looked up at the person kneeling opposite him, his hands instantly stopping their movements.