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  After Nan Zhi had taken a bath, she took a towel and wiped her body dry. Looking at the bruises on her skin, she thought of how she was utterly humiliated by him yesterday night and her almond-shaped eyes burned with anger.

  “Jerk, perverted as*hole. What kind of man is he, bullying a woman,” she muttered to herself as she put on her clothes. She winced as her body complained from the sudden movement.

  Nan Zhi pulled open the door and went out while wearing her pajamas.

  “Whether I’m a man or not, haven’t you figured it out from last night?”


  A dangerous and evil voice floated into her ear. Nan Zhi saw the figure by the bathroom door from the corner of her eyes and jumped in shock.

  She wanted to leave quickly but slipped, losing her balance and was about to fall to the ground.

  Mu Sihan saw her predicament and held out his long arm to catch her. Nan Zhi’s hands, which found no support in mid-air and grabbed onto his collar instinctively. While she was stabilizing her body, she was pulled into his arms.

  The tip of her nose bumped into his firm chest and a refreshing scent mixed with the faint smell of aftershave filled her nose. She wanted to leave his embrace but he held on to her tightly, leaving her no room to move.

  She looked up at him.

  He looked down at her in response. His dark eyes were like whirlpools wanting to suck her into him.

  His expression was cold and angry. “You brought Ye Qianqian into my bedroom?”


  Nan Zhi did not expect him to come here just to ask her this seemingly pointless question.

  Ye Qianqian was his fiancée, it was not wrong for her to stay in his bedroom, right?

  She lowered her gaze and realized that he had unbuttoned four buttons, where his firm and muscular chest could be seen. Under the light it made him even sexier than usual.

  She shifted her gaze quickly and answered his question, “Miss Ye is your fiancée, it’s your business where she stays. All I did was follow her orders and take her luggage to the room.”


  Mu Sihan frowned and became angry. He raised his finger and jabbed it hard at Nan Zhi’s forehead. “You are my personal servant. Mine, mine, mine! Do you understand?”


  He seemed to be too annoyed at her stupidity and jabbed her a few more times for good measure. “From now on, you can only listen to my orders. You will only follow whatever I ask you to and you’re not allowed to do anything that others request that you do.”


  This hot-tempered maniac!

  Her forehead was almost punctured by him!

  “Are you done poking?” Nan Zhi swatted away his iron-like finger, frowning as she said with a dark expression, “Yes, I did sign that personal servant contract but I don’t have to listen to all of your orders. I will do what a servant should do!”


  Mu Sihan pinched Nan Zhi’s delicate chin and held her chin up. Her hair was still wet after her bath, there was no makeup on her white and beautiful face and it was like a piece of jade. When she was pursing her lips or smiling, two small dimples would appear at the corners of her lips.

  But it was a pity, when she looked at him most of the time, her lips were tightly pursed and her forehead was always wrinkled in a form of disgust.

  “Were you not the one who let Ye Qianqian into my bedroom?”


  Nan Zhi rubbed her forehead without looking at him. “No.”


  The man’s expression turned from dark to bright. He seemed to have thought of something and reached out his hand to unbutton her pajamas.

  Nan Zhi held tightly to her collar and glared at him indignantly. “Don’t mess around, you’re not allowed to act recklessly!”


  Without giving him a chance to speak, she spun around, wanting to walk outside.

  But after a few steps, he caught up to her.

  He pulled her into his embrace and persisted in unbuttoning a few buttons of her pajamas.

  “Mu Sihan, if you do that again, I swear I willー”


  He interrupted her coldly. “Shut up. I don’t want to have sex with you.” His expression softened. “Let me see the bruises on your body.”