In fact, there was only one bullet in the chamber, which had been fired earlier…
Long Yutian just wanted to scare Xia Yanxin, so he pulled the trigger on an empty chamber without thinking that the faint sound would completely break her already taut string.
“Master, she’s fainted!” Monica whispered in alarm.
Long Yutian looked down at the frail figure in his arms, his handsome brows drawing together tightly.
This cunning little demon, daring to sneak into the Heaven-Earth Gala, daring to drug him, daring to steal his Dragon Ring, daring to set fire to his study…
had actually fainted at the sound of a gunshot.
He felt an arrow shot to no target, a raging fury with nowhere to vent, like a sharp knife plunged into cotton…
If it had been a man, he would have plenty of cruel ways to deal with him, but it happened to be a woman, with such a small body, fragile, not used to being frightened, not used to being hit, any harder and she might be tormented to death.
“Wake her up…” Long Yutian said extremely frustrated.
Monica brought some ice water and poured it on Xia Yanxin’s face, but with no response.
Only then did she panic and reach out to check, exclaiming, “Master, she’s running a high fever…”
Long Yutian frowned, “So intolerant of fright!”
“Master, I think she’s caught a cold.
Don’t worry!” Monica called two servants in and had them carry Xia Yanxin out of the study.
Looking at the chaos in the study, Long Yutian felt flames of anger burning in him again, “Clean up the study immediately!”
“Yes, Master!
The study, soaked like this, meant many classical books and important paintings would likely be ruined.
This woman really was a disaster magnet!
Her antics had caused the Master great losses.
Xia Yanxin sank into a long, pitch-black dream.
In her dream, she found herself trapped in a swamp filled with mud.
Far away, she saw a tall figure clad in white passing by her.
She desperately waved her arms and cried for help.
“Brother Sihao, save me, save me…
Take me away from here…”
But Chu Sihao seemed not to hear her cries for help; instead, he walked farther and farther away.
She started crying in sadness and fear, “Brother Sihao, don’t leave me here all alone.
I’m so scared, I’m really scared…”
This is a sunlit sickroom.
Xia Yanxin, dressed in a white nightgown, lay on the sickbed with her face flushed from fever, showing a pained expression, flailing her little hands, and mumbling unclearly in her dream…
Long Yutian stood beside the sickbed, his deep, black eyes fixed on her.
Watching her sick, he felt an unexpected irritation rise within him, mind involuntarily recalling the first time he saw her at the Heaven-Earth Gala, her pure and clear eyes, her quirky smile, and the feeling of her naked body under his… Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
In fact, she wasn’t as bad as he had described – although her chest wasn’t large, its contours were perfect, her skin was soft like top-grade cream, and every proportion of her body was of the absolute golden ratio, utterly perfect, arguably the most perfect woman he had ever seen.
“Master, breakfast is ready, and Young Master Ye is also here…”
Susan entered with proper decorum, respectfully speaking.
Only then did Long Yutian come back to his senses, realizing he had unknowingly grasped Xia Yanxin’s small hand.
He quickly let go and strode outside.
“Take good care of her.
If there is any mistake, beware your head.”
“Yes, Master!” Susan bowed deeply with great composure, waiting until Long Yutian’s figure had disappeared before she calmly stood up.
Turning to look at the frail girl on the bed, a shadow crossed her eyes.
When she entered earlier and saw the master’s deep gaze fixed on Xia Yanxin…
Although Mandara Manor was no stranger to beautiful women summoned at night, even naked, the master had never glanced at them directly, indicating that this girl was quite out of the ordinary.
After a while, her gaze settled on the necklace on Xia Yanxin’s chest, which she pulled out.
It was a heart-shaped pendant made from a bullet.
After frowning slightly, she took scissors, cut the red string, and pocketed the pendant along with the necklace.
In the hallway, Susan encountered Monica, who was hurrying down the corridor…
“Monica, what’s the background of that girl?” Susan asked curiously,
The disappearance of the Dragon Ring was an extremely secretive matter, known only to Monica and no one else.