Atlas Studios

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  “Okay, got it,” Su Yue replied, releasing her collar as she blushed. Her fever had subsided and so her face wasn’t so flushed anymore.

  She turned over and back-faced Ming Ansheng.

  After his gentlemanly act, Young Master Ming suddenly felt regretful. He glanced at her flushed face and long eyelashes, then suddenly his mind was flooded with the image the day Su Yue appeared before him wrapped up in a towel.

  He subconsciously tightened his grip on the covers, his body tensed.

  Su Yue was still recovering from her fever and perspiration covered her forehead.

  She flipped over to get a few pieces of tissue paper from the bedside cabinet to wipe her sweat.

  When she stretched, the neckline of her loose sleepwear slid to the side, revealing her collar bones and fair skin. It sparked Ming Ansheng’s sense and desires.

  He stood up and took large strides towards the sofa. He retrieved a metal cigarette container from his work bag and opened it. He took out a cigarette and lit it, then walked out of the room.

  He leaned against the door frame, the cigarette in one hand and the other in the pocket of his pants.

  He only took a few clouds of smoke and let the cigarette burn away.

  When it extinguished, it had burnt his hand. It was only then he came to his senses and threw the bud away.

  “Aish!” He helplessly sighed. Ming Ansheng turned around and headed back into the room.

  She was lying on the bed, her eyes wide open, unmoving. He walked over and asked, “Why aren’t you sleeping?”


  “I can’t sleep,” she replied, feeling troubled.

  Ming Ansheng asked, “You slept too much during the daytime?”


  “Uncle Ming, you’re right,” Su Yue suddenly said.

  Ming Ansheng didn’t have time to react. “What?”


  Su Yue turned to him and said, “You should go home. It’s not good for the both of us to be alone in here.”


  Ming Ansheng was speechless.

  He wasn’t expecting her to be harping on his words when he left for so long.

  He sat down and asked her gently, “Yueyue, are you angry?”


  He just warned her to be careful. It’s not like he had scolded her.

  “Nope,” Su Yue replied, pushing Ming Ansheng away. “You should leave. I won’t let the tattoo come into contact with water until it heals. I will stay away from unhealthy food, too.”


  She looked so innocent and serious at the same time.

  Ming Ansheng felt an unexplainable fear when Su Yue pushed him away. He held onto her wrist. “Yueyue.”


  All his feelings and emotions were shown through that one word. He grabbed her small hand tightly, not bearing to let go. How he wished he could hold on to her hand like this forever.

  Su Yue blinked in confusion. “What’s wrong?”


  Ming Ansheng suggested, “I’ll help you blow at it.”


  The moment the words left his mouth, even he himself was shocked.

  “It’s fine. I’m not hurting anymore,” Su Yue replied, shaking her head. She then pulled the blanket up and covered her face.

  Ming Ansheng didn’t understand her actions.

  Su Yue kept herself hidden under the covers and Ming Ansheng continued looking at her as he sat on the corner of the bed.

  He was starting to regret saying those words to her.

  Would she continue to stray far from him in the time to come?

  How would she react if she knew how he felt? Would she ignore him forever?

  Ming Ansheng did a lot of thinking that night.

  When Su Yue woke the next morning, she didn’t see Ming Ansheng anywhere. The door to the toilet was open and there was no sound coming from it.

  She got off the bed and walked over to the sofa. Ming Ansheng’s work bag and laptop were no longer there.

  He was gone.