Atlas Studios

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  In the luxurious bulletproof limousine.

  Yi Fan, who was driving, looked at the man in the back through the rearview mirror.

  When Yi Fan saw that he had taken out his laptop and started to handle official business, Yi Fan was slightly in doubt.

  In the past, Young Master would only want to stay with Miss Nan, and would not handle work unless he needed to.

  He was like a domineering child in a relationship and only wanted to dominate his woman.

  He was even jealous of Young Master Xiaojie.

  But this time, he felt that Young Master was not as possessive towards Miss Nan as before.

  For example, last night when Miss Nan came to find him and if it was before, he would not have let her sleep alone in the guest room.

  “Young Master, after you removed the parasite, is there nothing wrong with your body?” Yi Fan looked at Mu Sihan with some concern.

  Mu Sihan’s handsome and cold face looked up from the laptop screen, looking at Yi Fan with gaze sharp and cold and said, “What do you think is wrong?”


  Yi Fan was worried that he had some unmentionable disease, but he had no courage to ask him.

  Mu Sihan saw Yi Fan’s eyes sweeping towards his lower abdomen, and his expression darkened. “Butler Yi, I think you’ve been living too leisurely lately.”


  “Young Master, I don’t mean anything else. I just feel that you used to be like a wolf that was perpetually hungry, but now you are uninterested, so it seems unusual.”


  Mu Sihan pursed his lips and had on a thoughtful gaze.

  It was true that previously when he saw his Kitten, he could not wait to be intimate with her.

  He liked to interact with her in bed most of the time.

  In fact, he should not be blamed. He was at the best age of a man, brimming with energy. He had never tasted meat before and now that he tasted it, he naturally would get greedy.

  And recently, what he thought about most was work.

  Even when he thought of his Kitten, his body did not have the same blood-boiling impulse as before.

  Mu Sihan furrowed his eyebrows and closed his laptop, looking coldly at Yi Fan.

  “My body is fine.” His long fingers were on his chin and his dark eyes were slightly narrowed. “But when compared to before, it seems like something is wrong.”


  It seemed like he did not have the same impulse as before when thinking of the woman he liked.

  Intimate kisses were also unable to let his blood surging. If anything, it seemed like sexual desire was no longer important to him.

  “Send someone to that village to ask Old Mr Bai if there are any after effects after removing the parasite.”


  After instructing Yi Fan, Mu Sihan took out his phone and called Bo Yan with a slightly dark expression.

  Once it got through, he could hear Bo Yan say with some disdain before he could say anything, “From the moment I hung up till now, only 20 minutes have passed. Sihan, you’re getting weak.”


  Mu Sihan’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Aren’t you embarrassed, as a person with no sex life, to laugh at me, a man who can have sex anytime?”


  Bo Yan was apparently choked by Mu Sihan’s words. A few seconds later, he said with a cold voice, “Don’t f*cking tell me you’re still……” Before he could finish his words, he found that Mu Sihan’s breathing was stable and voice was calm, and he said hurriedly, “Why did you call me? I’m on vacation. Don’t look for me if it’s about work!”


  Mu Sihan leaned against the seat, his eyes dark. “Nan Zhi told me that if Yan Hua does not change her heart, she could at most live for another five years. If you want to be with her for a long time, you should not be thinking about your kidney, but her heart.”


  On the other end of the line, Bo Yan’s breathing turned heavy.

  After a while he replied, “Got it.”
……

  When Bo Yan received Mu Sihan’s call, he was taking a bath.

  Standing under the shower, he turned the water to cold water.

  Mu Sihan’s words kept running around his mind.

  His phone rang again. Bo Yan did not seem to hear it, he had his eyes closed, his expression dark.

  Yan Hua went back to the room to take something and was puzzled when she heard a phone ringing in the bathroom.

  Wasn’t Bo Yan taking a bath inside? Couldn’t he hear his phone ringing?

  Or did something happen because of his injured leg?

  Walking to the bathroom door, Yan Hua knocked on it. “Bo Yan, Bo Yan!”


  The man did not answer.

  “Bo Yan, are you okay?”


  Yan Hua had just finished speaking when the door was suddenly opened.

  Bo Yan’s tall and slender body suddenly appeared in her eyes.

  His short black hair was still dripping wet, a few strands covering his forehead and under his eyebrows, his long upturned eyes were dark. The water droplets from his hair fell from his handsome and indifferent face to his chin and then to his sexy throat……

  Yan Hua’s gaze moved down from his bare chest and saw that he had wrapped a towel around his waist, and her beautiful face flushed red when she realized that the towel was hers.

  “Bo Yan! Who let you use my towel?”


  Bo Yan said nothing and looked at her darkly. That gaze seemed to want to look through her soul.

  Yan Hua was at loss from his gaze and felt her scalp turned numb.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?”


  Bo Yan stepped out and approached Yan Hua, his voice deep like it came from deep within his throat. “Huahua.”


  Yan Hua had never seen Bo Yan like this, his eyes bloodshot, the vein on his forehead throbbing, as if he was suppressing something.

  She moved back but he pressed on until she was pressed against the door frame.

  Just then, the nanny voice sounded from outside.

  “Huahua, Su Mo just called and wants to invite you out for dinner tonight.”


  Before Yan Hua could say anything, Bo Yan replied for her, “Nanny, tell Su Mo that Huahua will never eat with him again.”


  “Bo Yan.” Yan Hua glared at the man with a frown. “What right do you have to make the decision for me?” After saying that, she wanted to push him away.

  But her hands had just landed on his shoulders when his calloused hands grabbed them tightly.

  Looking at her, he enunciated every word in a deep voice, “Because I want to remarry you.”


  Yan Hua opened her mouth, wanting to say something but her throat was dry.

  A few strands of hair landed on her cheek, her back pressed against the door, her heart was beating wildly.

  They stared at each other in the silent space.

  After a while, the man said again, “Huahua, let me take care of you and Little Apple in the future. Our future.”


  The man’s breath was close, like an iron imprinting on Yan Hua’s heart, the hot temperature making her heart tighten uncontrollably.

  Yan Hua felt choked up and she turned away, not wanting to look at him. “Do you think we can remarry just because you want to? Can you bring my Daddy back to life?”


  “Huahua, there’s something I have to confess to you, whether you can accept it or not.”