Ye Xuanchen was trying hard to suppress his laughter, but Mu Ronyao became more and more flustered the more he laughed.
This man why wasn't he afraid at all?!
Was he crazy?!
After Ye Xuanchen finally stopped laughing, Mu Ronyao said stiffly, her voice trembling,
"You need to leave right now! Otherwise, I'll tell everyone that you also have AIDS! I guarantee no one will dare associate with you in the future!"
Instead of leaving, Ye Xuanchen stood up.
With a faint smile on his lips, he walked to the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he pinched Mu Ronyao's chin, forcing her to look up at him.
As he advanced, Mu Ronyao panicked and kept retreating, her back almost touching the headboard.
"Y-you let go of me!" she cried. "Aren't you afraid of getting infected? I don't just have AIDS I have syphilis too! And all kinds of diseases!"
Ye Xuanchen was thoroughly amused. The exhaustion that had built up over the past few days was completely swept away by her nonsense.
Smiling, he leaned closer to her crimson lips, brushed them lightly, and said lazily,
"Well, what a coincidence. I have them too."
Mu Ronyao froze.
"…What?"
"I said," Ye Xuanchen repeated calmly, "I also have AIDS. And syphilis. And whatever you have I have too."
"You see," he added softly, his voice low and dangerous, "we're practically made for each other. A perfect match."
"Mmm...! Mmm....!"
Before Mu Ronyao could react, Ye Xuanchen had already grabbed her wrists with one hand, lifting them above her head. With his other hand, he held her chin and kissed her fiercely, his dominance mixed with the faint scent of smoke.
Mu Ronyao had been with Cheng Wenyi for nearly five years, yet she had never experienced anything like this. For a brief moment, her mind went completely blank.
"Knock, knock!"
"Sweetie! Sweetie, are you in there?"
Everything stopped instantly.
Mu Ronyao's consciousness snapped back. She looked down and saw Ye Xuanchen sitting on the edge of the bed, bare and completely unbothered.
Boom!
Her mind exploded.
Anger, panic, and shame crashed over her all at once. She bit her lip so hard she almost drew blood, unable to say a word.
She hurried to grab her bathrobe, but the more she rushed, the more tangled she became.
Hot tears streamed down her face filled with grievance, fear, humiliation, and confusion.
Mu Ronyao felt unbearably dirty and ashamed, wishing she could just disappear.
If Xinyu found out, she…
Ye Xuanchen saw her trembling figure, and something tightened painfully in his chest.
Frowning, he pulled the quilt over her and wrapped her up completely. Then he put on his pants and walked to the door, his upper body still bare.
Mu Ronyao curled up inside the quilt, her fingers clutching the fabric tightly.
Was he really going to open the door for Xinyu?
She was going to find out she was alone in a room with a strange man…
He...he was trying to ruin her!
Lost in panic, she heard the door open.
A surprised voice came from outside.
"Uncle Ye?!"
"Yes," Ye Xuanchen replied calmly. "Who are you looking for?"
Xu Xinyu sounded confused.
"Why are you in my room? Did you see Sweetie? I mean my friend, Mu Ronyao."
Ye Xuanchen paused briefly, then said,
"This is your room? Sorry. Your brother asked me to come upstairs to rest. Looks like I went into the wrong room."
"Oh, it's fine, it's fine," Xu Xinyu said cheerfully. "I don't really stay here anyway."
Under the quilt, Mu Ronyao shuddered.
Ye Xuanchen sighed lightly.
"Alright, why question a child? Your friend isn't here. And I…"
He paused deliberately.
"…am here with my friend. Understand?"
The words my friend were emphasized, carrying an unmistakable implication.
Xu Xinyu immediately laughed.
"I understand, I understand! Sweetie probably doesn't like this kind of scene and already left. Oh...and Uncle Ye, I wish you a wonderful night!"
She added teasingly,
"They say you're scary, but I think you're pretty fierce…"
Ye Xuanchen reached out and flicked her forehead.
"Get lost."