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“Change.”

Shen Wan looked at the hoodie in her hand and blinked.

“Or this one will do.” Quan Ranting stood by the wardrobe, casually picking out a white shirt and looking at her with a smirk.

Unfortunately, Shen Wan didn’t react as he had expected with embarrassment or anger. Instead, she carefully compared the two pieces of clothing and ultimately chose the hoodie as her pajamas.

Because…

“The air conditioning is a bit cold, and this one is thicker. It’s just right.”

Quan Ranting was speechless.

Why is the woman that I like so different from others?

Shen Wan raised her chin and pointed to the door.

“Hmm?”

“I want to change and rest. Shouldn’t you give me some privacy, Sixth Uncle?”

The man’s Adam’s apple rolled lightly as his gaze fell on the injury on her right hand. “Are you sure you can undress by yourself?”

Shen Wan smiled, not showing her true feelings. “Of course.”

Her top was just a camisole, and she could easily handle it with one hand.

Quan Hanting’s gaze softened slightly, revealing a hint of regret, which happened to be noticed by Shen Wan—

Ha! Men!

“Well… You should rest early. I’ll leave first.”

Shen Wan escorted him to the door. “Goodnight, Sixth Uncle.”

Just as she was about to close the door, the man suddenly reached out, propped it open, and leaned in. “Shen Wan, I’m serious.”

The woman’s expression remained unchanged.

“Forget it…” The man, who had summoned his courage, suddenly became deflated. “Goodnight.”

He should take it slow.

The moon was high, and the night grew deeper.

After tending to his wound, Lushen and Chu Yujiang sent Mr. Zou away in a car before returning to their room.

“Damn it…” Looking at himself in the mirror with a bruised cheekbone, he couldn’t help but curse.

The more Lushen thought about it, the more wronged he felt.

He tried to catch her cheating but ended up creating an opportunity for the little vixen to get closer to Quan Hanting.

Besides, he was the one who did all the fighting, yet all the credit went to Sixth Brother. It wasn’t that he cared for Shen Wan’s gratitude; it was just that if that little vixen didn’t intend to let go of Sixth Brother because of this, didn’t he do something foolish?

So frustrating!

After a bout of self-ranting and self-reflection, Lushen let out a long sigh and prepared to take a shower.

The next moment, he saw his bottles and jars scattered all over the washstand.

He let out a mournful cry, utterly defeated.

That night, Lushen dreamed of becoming a demon hunter. After forty-nine days of pursuit, he finally stabbed the fleeing vixen to death with a sword.

Then he took out a magical tool (a certain brand of night cream) from his cloth bag and smashed it directly onto the face of the tyrant.

Duang—

The world fell silent, and Lushen felt relieved. But then the “tyrant” suddenly transformed in place into “Little Dragon” from the game “Honor of King.” As a jungle warrior with low health, he was easily eliminated with two slaps.

You have been slain!

Outside the window, the moonlight shone brightly, and the nightmare continued.

Under the same moonlight, the old Shen family mansion had its lights off, except for a certain bedroom on the second floor in the southwest corner, where faint light could be seen.

Tick-tock—

A vintage-style clock with an English flavor pointed to two in the morning.

Shen Qian stood by the French window, his gaze deep and obscure as it extended into the distance. In that direction was the Shen family’s front gate.

From 10 in the evening to 2 in the morning, he stood there for four hours, burning countless cigarettes, but he still couldn’t bring back the person he had been waiting for.

“Wan Wan, you’re getting bolder…”

A low murmur accompanied by a slowly dissipating smoke ring gradually disappeared into the air, as if it had never existed.

When the first rays of morning sunlight entered the room, Shen Wan was awakened by her biological clock.

She looked up and saw a ceiling she didn’t recognize, and within a moment, she noticed the unfamiliar furniture in the room.

Memories flooded back, and she remembered where she was at this moment.

A slight pain emanated from her right elbow, reminding her of what happened outside Night Paris last night.

And then…

She followed Quan Hanting here.

Cleaning the wound, bandaging it, him carrying her upstairs, and everything that happened in the bathroom…

Last night, just like before when she was half-asleep, the door creaked open, and the man entered quietly. In her hazy state, something gentle touched her forehead, along with soft breaths and barely audible murmurs.

Shen Wan blinked, trying hard to remember, but she couldn’t recall what he had actually said.

Or perhaps it was all her imagination? Was she unable to distinguish between dreams and reality?

Hmm…

Such profound questions, she refused to dwell on them any further.

At the same time, in the master bedroom.

Quan Hanting sneaked into the guest room in the middle of the night after kissing Shen Wan. However, he found it impossible to fall asleep again..