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Seeing Shava rush toward him, her face flushed, Zhang Tie was startled. He hurriedly tried to sit up.
“Shava, that’s enough. Stop fooling around,” Angel said from across the room.
After staring at Zhang Tie for a while with a complicated expression, Shava reluctantly stepped away.
Her gaze made Zhang Tie uneasy. He rose from the sofa, straightened his clothes, and looked at the four young women in the room.
“Aren’t you going home?”
“It’s so late, and there aren’t any carriages outside. Could you really bear to send the four of us out at a time like this?” Fiona pouted, looking pitiful. For some reason, Zhang Tie always felt that she was trying to coax him.
The atmosphere in the apartment was becoming uncomfortable. The young women spoke to him with increasing familiarity, and Zhang Tie decided that the evening had gone on long enough.
“All right. I have two spare bedrooms. You’ll have to make do tonight, two to a room. You can go home tomorrow.”
“It’s getting late, and I’m a little tired,” he added. “Let’s all get some rest.”
With that, Zhang Tie showed them the two bedrooms, brought them a couple of quilts, and gave them a few instructions. Then he fled back to his own bedroom, shut the door, and fell onto the bed with his head covered.
Watching his hasty retreat, the young women exchanged amused glances.
“What are you trying to say, Angel?” Susan asked, lying on the soft bed with her chin propped on her hands.
“What I mean is that perhaps we were wrong from the moment we decided to come here today. This man is different from the men the older members of our