Return to Yan City

A figure appeared out of thin air inside the villa.

The house was kept spotlessly clean. The floor was polished enough to reflect people, though An Yang did not know whether Xiao Qian or Xiaochán was responsible this time.

But because of that, whenever no one was home, the place seemed especially quiet and empty. Light streamed in through the windows, casting a solitary shadow on the floor. The only other sound was the swaying of the octahedral paper knot made from colored paper hanging on the window frame.

"Hmm, is no one home again?"

An Yang muttered to himself as he waved a hand and pulled open the curtains.

The sunlight that had originally entered through only one or two windows suddenly flooded in as the floor-to-ceiling windows were uncovered. The entire living room brightened, exuding elegance from every corner.

Suddenly, An Yang's body stiffened.

A soft, ghostly voice came from behind him, carrying a hint of laughter. "Who said no one was home?"

The moment An Yang turned around, a slender, supple body leaped onto him. Long arms wrapped around his neck, while a pair of legs coiled around his waist like those of a little girl.

He reached out as well and wrapped his arms around Xiao Qian's waist.

"Why are you getting smaller the more you grow?"

At that moment, Xiao Qian was completely hanging from him, her faint fragrance drifting over. Hearing his words, she could not help freezing.

"Huh?"

"I said, why are you getting smaller the more you grow?" An Yang was helpless and had no choice but to repeat himself.

"Where am I smaller?" Xiao Qian released her legs from around his waist and immediately landed on the floor, leaving only her arms around his neck. She lowered her head and glanced