Lin Fan's Unease

Lin Fan brainwashed himself, believing his analysis was correct.

The woman on the phone definitely wasn't Jiang Huaiyue.

Definitely not!

After analyzing himself, Lin Fan came to a conclusion.

However, lying on the cold metal plate in the desolate abandoned factory, he still felt a bit uneasy.

That voice just now really was Jiang Huaiyue.

He couldn't have misheard.

She was the woman he dreamt of, the one he deeply loved, how could he have made a mistake?

Moreover, as a Master at the Fifth Rank, Eighth Stage, his hearing surely wouldn't be bad.

But it didn't make sense!

Lost in confusion and doubt, Lin Fan became restless, desperately wanting to call again to inquire.

But if he was wrong, it would be incredibly awkward.

In the end, Lin Fan braced himself and confirmed that the other person was definitely not Jiang Huaiyue.

That voice was gentler, clearly speaking to a beloved man.

With a hint of playful scolding, of coquettishness!

Jiang Huaiyue would never act like that.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He was already exhausted from fighting, escaping, and treating his wounds all night.

He didn't want to overthink things and quickly closed his eyes.

Until half an hour later, Lin Fan suddenly sat up.

"But that voice was Yue'er's, was it or wasn't it? What's going on?"

Lin Fan's nerves inexplicably tightened.

He felt flustered and worried.

After much consideration, he decided to go to Bay Villa tomorrow.

Seeing is believing.

For something like this, he had to see it with his own eyes, even if it meant taking some risks.

Otherwise, he estimated he would remain in this state of heightened anxiety.

Lin Fan was a very cautious person, but truly not a suspicious one.

In his view, if you trust someone, you trust them; if you doubt them, you don't use them. Once he believed someone, he would continue to believe them.

Although this kind of personality would lead to great losses, just like now.

But it was indeed a good quality.

Meanwhile, Shen Wuxiao looked at his phone and couldn't help but chuckle.

He had deliberately communicated with Jiang Huaiyue just now, wanting Lin Fan to overhear.

This way, with his hearing, he would definitely be able to distinguish that it was Jiang Huaiyue's voice.

But he couldn't be entirely sure.

With this maneuver, she would typically appear at the villa tomorrow.

Only by being infinitely close to collapse can one comprehend the true meaning of sorrow!

Shen Wuxiao put away his phone and went into the kitchen.

He could now take advantage of her naturally.

Shen Wuxiao hugged Jiang Huaiyue's waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder as he watched her prepare supper.

Jiang Huaiyue didn't resist, smiled, and let him hold her.

After eating supper, they sat in the living room for a while longer, and finally, the crucial moment arrived.

This would indicate whether they would sleep together or separately tonight.

Jiang Huaiyue entered the room first.

And closed the door.

Shen Wuxiao listened to the sound of the door closing.

The door was closed, but it wasn't locked.

This was completely different from usual.

Shen Wuxiao wasn't in a hurry, he calculated the time.

According to Jiang Huaiyue's habits, she would definitely go to wash up first, then change into her nightgown to rest.

The time for washing up wouldn't exceed three minutes, as she didn't wear makeup at all, so there was no need for makeup removal.

Shen Wuxiao checked the time. When it was almost time, he directly took off his shirt, tossed it behind him, and strode towards the bedroom.

Inside the room, everything was as Shen Wuxiao had predicted.

Jiang Huaiyue was changing into her nightgown, only halfway through.

Suddenly, the door opened, and she trembled in fright.

When she saw Shen Wuxiao approaching her, Jiang Huaiyue froze completely, her breathing becoming rapid.

"You..." Jiang Huaiyue wanted to say something, but her mind went blank.

Shen Wuxiao smiled lightly, "Don't bother changing, let's skip a step!"

After speaking, she embraced Jiang Huaiyue, and the two pressed against each other.

"Honestly, I haven't been able to feel it clearly yet. I need to feel it properly!"

Shen Wuxiao cupped her pretty face and kissed her perfectly red lips.

"Mmm..."

Jiang Huaiyue had been mentally prepared, but her mental preparation was for the next day.

Not now.

This suddenness made her feel a mix of surprise and nervousness.

But with the deed done, she readily accepted.

Jiang Huaiyue, in turn, embraced Shen Wuxiao and began to respond passionately.

Gradually, as their emotions deepened.

When the lights were dimmed to a weak table lamp, the two were already on the verge of an explosion.

"Yue'er..."

"Mmm..." Jiang Huaiyue responded softly.

Shen Wuxiao looked down at her, raising a hand to tidy her messy hair, "Don't be nervous, tell me, are you willing?"

Jiang Huaiyue bit her lip, her heart racing.

After hesitating for almost five seconds, she finally nodded, letting out a soft "Mmm~".

Having received her answer, Shen Wuxiao no longer held back.

Gentle as a breeze and soft as the rain, incredibly tender.

After an intimate moment...!

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In the tranquil night, within the villa not far from the sea, one could hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

The sea breeze howled, harmonizing with the sound of the waves, as if playing an elegant yet unpleasant melody.

And in the room facing the living room, everything outside the villa was irrelevant to them; they had their own tenderness.

As time passed, two and a half hours went by, and it began to rain outside.

Heavy rain poured down.

As if foreshadowing that after the gentle breeze and soft rain, the stage of fierce wind and torrential rain had arrived!

The next day, the rain cleared and the sky cleared!

The first rays of the morning sun bathed the front of the villa.

In the room, Shen Wuxiao opened her eyes and saw Jiang Huaiyue curled up in her arms, looking as dependent as a small bird.

Her face wore a happy smile, a little languid, yet intimate.

Jiang Huaiyue was fast asleep, and Shen Wuxiao had no intention of waking her, merely raising a hand to tidy her hair.

Regarding last night's events, Shen Wuxiao could only describe it in eight words.

Soaring to the heavens, wonderfully indescribable!

Just as Shen Wuxiao was about to fall back asleep, she heard the doorbell.

"Ding dong, ding dong!"

Shen Wuxiao chuckled inwardly, knowing without guessing that it was that scoundrel Lin Fan.

Jiang Huaiyue was indeed woken by the doorbell, and she slowly opened her eyes.

After last night's events, the sense of unfamiliarity between her and Shen Wuxiao had vanished.

Everything felt very natural.

Even though the two still had no barriers between them.

"Do we have a guest?" Jiang Huaiyue blinked her beautiful eyes, looking at Shen Wuxiao.

Shen Wuxiao hugged her, "It's probably the person delivering breakfast!"

"I'll just go out for a bit, you continue resting!"

Jiang Huaiyue nodded obediently.

She didn't want to see strangers either.

Shen Wuxiao withdrew his hand, got dressed, then leaned down and kissed Jiang Huaiyue on the lips.

Only then did he walk out of the room.

After leaving the room, his gentle demeanor completely vanished, replaced by coldness.

He smirked wickedly, directly opened the villa's main door, and walked into the yard.

When he saw the figure outside, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Lin Fan looked truly pathetic.

His hair was burnt into curly frizz.

His good looks were gone, his beard was burnt to a dirty yellow.

His clothes were tattered, his ears were wrapped in bandages, and the medicine's color seeped through from inside, making him look like a beggar from an abstract art movement.

Shen Wuxiao walked forward and glanced at him, "Why did you come all the way here to beg for food!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a red bill and threw it over, "Get lost!"