NOVPUBChapter 220: 220, strongly demand, don’t go.
Chapter 220: 220, strongly demand, don’t go.
The room was impressively quiet, silent as death, much like the prelude to a storm. The silence was so profound it was palpable, causing a sense of mounting terror.
Shi Yuhuan, with Song Qinghuan in tow, slowed his steps as they moved forward.
First, he went to the balcony and tightly closed the glass door. Then, still leading Song Qinghuan, he opened every door on the first floor.
Then, they went to the second floor and opened the doors of each room until they reached the master bedroom, where Song Qinghuan resided.
Now, apart from the two of them, there was no one else inside the villa.
Initially startled and out of breath, the once tense and petrified Song Qinghuan suddenly relaxed.
Somehow, someone had broken into her house, wielding a knife. She had been deeply terrified, goosebumps rising on her skin.
It was only when the alarm was disarmed that she realized she had been frightened to the point of wanting to cry.
She sat at the edge of the bed, biting her lip tightly, sweating heavily as if she had exerted all her strength.
Looking down at her, Shi Yuhuan muttered after a while, “You should rest.”
Indeed soothing words were not his style. He had thought for some time but didn’t find any suitable comfort words. Perhaps at this moment, Zishi was more suitable than him to stay by her side.
A single, indifferent phrase was enough to send Song Qinghuan into an emotional frenzy.
She suddenly stood up, reached out and grabbed Shi Yuhuan’s arm anxiously, “Are you going back? Don’t you want to drink some tea?” 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
The large house now seemed menacing, especially after being invaded earlier by a knife-wielding intruder. She really didn’t dare to stay alone.
If she was right, this trespasser might be related to her brother’s affairs, aiming to murder her. And there’s a chance that he was specifically targeting her.
Either way, the ability of that person to forcibly break in was terrifying.
Shi Yuhuan held her small hand, and then slowly took it off his arm: “It’s already late, no need for tea.”
Such an obvious rejection was difficult to misconstrue.
A strong sense of sorrow surged within Song Qinghuan. Her eyes reddened, and she bit her lip. In a voice more fragile than ever asked, “Aren’t you hungry? I can make you some noodles.”
His gaze deep, Shi Yuhuan looked at her, “Not hungry. Go take a bath and sleep early.”
Song Qinghuan suddenly panicked and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt again.
This dependence made the corner of Shi Yuhuan’s mouth lift into an imperceptible smile. He teased, “What, you want me to accompany you in the shower?”
Song Qinghuan was stunned, her face immediately turned as red as blood.
Embarrassed, she subconsciously let go of his hand and thought to herself how thick-skinned he was. He knew she was frightened and wanted him to stay, yet he twisted her intentions.
Shi Yuhuan was suddenly in a great mood, but his face showed no change: “I’ll go to the next room to get my laptop. The weather is a bit cold tonight. Go and take your shower, warm the bed, and wait for me.”
“Huh?” Song Qinghuan opened her eyes in astonishment, meeting Shi Yuhuan’s cold gaze. Disbelievingly, she asked, “Wait for you?”
Shi Yuhuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly asking her, “What’s the matter? Not willing?”
Normally she would have complained about his audacity, but at this moment she simply nodded: “Ok, I’ll go right away.”
There was no dissatisfaction, on the contrary, she seemed mildly pleased.
That person who brought a knife to the villa, in Song Qinghuan’s opinion, very likely came with the intention to kill her.
