Mu Jin Huan focused on the woman’s brilliant smile, his well-defined fingers caressing her palm with a gentle force, his voice warm, "Not afraid of the dark?"
She had run down the stairs with urgency, her footsteps thundering without pause, which allowed her to catch up before he got into the car.
The topic changed too quickly, and Nan Wan, a bit caught off guard, instinctively murmured, "I’m used to it."
The lights in the corridor were unreliable, mostly broken. The location was quite isolated, and it used to give her the creeps, but after spending a lot of ti alone, she got used to it.
"Go up," Mu Jin Huan’s deep eyes carried emotions unreadable to others. He withdrew his force and stepped back, "Walk slowly."
Upon hearing his words, an unusual feeling quietly arose in Nan Wan’s heart.
It was as if a flower blood in a barren desert.
This unfamiliar, uncontrollable emotion made her a bit scared, so she hurriedly walked toward the stairway without picking up the paper bag that had fallen at her feet.
This ti, Nan Wan walked steadily, her steps not showing the slightest panic.
However, no one knew that her heartbeat was gradually speeding up in the silent night.
Thump... thump... thump...
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The black Porsche disappeared from sight, and Huai Yu pushed open the car door, walking directly in a certain direction.
His expression indifferent, his voice chilling as he got straight to the point, "Delete the photos."
The paparazzi hiding in the corner stood up, hiding the cara behind his back, clearly flustered, "What... what photos? I don’t understand."
He had been waiting here for a week to capture these shots, and he hadn’t published them yet. He couldn’t let it all go to waste.
Huai Yu’s expressionless gaze swept over him, speaking slowly, "If I have to take action, it might hurt a bit. Can you endure it?"
The man just stood there, but his aura was so chilling that it forced the paparazzi to retreat step by step.
Such an obvious threat, he understood it well, making him shiver and unconsciously concede defeat.
Lowering his head, he brought the cara from behind him to the front, gritting his teeth as he deleted all the photos he had taken.
After finishing, he bent over and cautiously asked, "Mr. Nan, may I leave now?"
Huai Yu lit a cigarette, his expression unchanged, and uttered three words, "The mory card."
The paparazzi was stunned, closed his eyes, and after briefly considering, made a decision.
Trembling, he handed over the cara’s mory card, and with the faint sll of tobacco, he heard the liberating two words, "Get lost."
Then, he disappeared at an astonishing speed.
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After putting Jiashu to sleep, Nan Wan prepared to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. She was walking through the living room when she heard a knock on the door.
She originally thought it was Zhi i who had forgotten her keys, but upon opening the door, she was t with a strong tobacco sll.
Outside was a man with a dark expression, entering her line of sight. Nan Wan instinctively tried to close the door again, but before she could, he forcefully held the door, stopping all her actions.
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