Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the same room and same bed?
With those words flashing through Qin Zhi’ai’s mind, she suddenly remembered what Gu Yusheng had done to her in that bed.
An indescribable tension and panic swept over her in an instant, and after just a few seconds, a fine layer of sweat had appeared on her palms.
Qin Zhi’ai knew the reason why Gu Yusheng had treated her ruthlessly was that his grandfather had forced him to go home.
Today, he had come back of his own will, so he might not do anything to her… But she still had no courage to sleep in the same bed as him.
However, he wouldn’t like to sleep with me, right? Besides, he told me to stay away from him.
Although it was an obvious truth, and she had known it for a long time, when she thought of that, her heart still hurt slightly.
It was his bedroom, she couldn’t drive him away…
Qin Zhi’ai looked at her phone for a while with her eyes downcast. When she raised her head to ask the housekeeper for a cup of tea, she saw the housekeeper carrying a plate of fruit out of the kitchen.
Before she spoke, the housekeeper smiled at her, saying, “Miss, eat some fruit with Mr. Gu.”
Qin Zhi’ai shook her head, casted an eye at where Gu Yusheng was sitting, then responded to the housekeeper softly, “No, I still have a script to read, so I have to go upstairs.”
After a pause, Qin Zhi’ai said what she had been about to say, “Please make a cup of tea and have it sent to the sunroom for me.”
“Okay, Miss.”
Qin Zhi’ai said nothing, only smiled slightly, then took her phone and walked upstairs.
After her figure disappeared from the corner, Gu Yusheng, who had maintained the posture of propping his feet up on the the sofa, not moving even a bit, took a glance at the corner with no change of emotion on his face. He moved his eyes back after half of a minute, took out a cigarette from the case on the end table, lit it, and continued to watch television.
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At about eleven o’clock, Gu Yusheng turned off the TV and went up to the second floor after drinking a cup of warm water in the dining room.
As he pushed the door to the bedroom open, he turned his head and glanced at the glass sunroom at the end of the corridor.
The chandelier was on, glowing brightly. The girl was sitting on a wicker chair and reading the script in her hand carefully.
The plants around her grew green and fresh, a few pots of gardenia and jasmine blossoming.
After about ten seconds, Gu Yusheng removed his gaze from her, and his hand that had paused holding the doorknob pushed the door open so he could enter the room.
When he got out of the bathroom after a warm and comfortable bath, he was still the only one in the bedroom.
Gu Yusheng glanced outside of the window. All the lights around were off except the one glowing silently in the sunroom.
