"Ah?" Qiao Mo looked at him sleepily, a bit surprised.
"Call Xie Qinghuan." He repeated, his tone a few degrees heavier.
"Why... why?" Qiao Mo hadn’t quite caught on.
His expression darkened a bit: "I said call her, so you call her."
"What should I say?" Qiao Mo turned her head to check the ti, it’s... but it’s midnight, twelve o’clock.
Yan Jiu frowned slightly, "Say you’re not feeling well and want her to co over to accompany you."
Qiao Mo was taken aback: "But I’m not unwell."
His gaze turned more dangerous: "I said say it, so say it."
"Oh..." Qiao Mo finally succumbed to his threat, hesitatingly dialed Xie Qinghuan’s number.
The phone rang for a mont before it was answered, and a slightly drowsy voice ca through: "Xiao Mo...?"
"Qinghuan, are you asleep?"
"Mmm, just slept for a while..." Xie Qinghuan turned on the bedside lamp and slowly sat up, losing a bit of her usual sharpness, gaining a touch of softness.
Qiao Mo bit her lip, staying silent. Yan Yiheng was obviously making her say this to get Xie Qinghuan to co over.
But who knows if he has ill intentions, wanting to do sothing to Qinghuan.
Seeing her silence, Yan Yiheng glared at her, the warning clear without words.
Qiao Mo had no choice but to say again, "Yan Yiheng told to say I’m not feeling well and asked you to co over to keep company."
Xie Qinghuan paused, Yan Yiheng paused too, wishing he could strangle this woman.
Qiao Mo innocently looked at him, "You told to say it like this."
Xie Qinghuan snapped back, "Is that bastard bothering you? Wait there, I’m coming over now!"
"Hey? Qinghuan..."
Just as Qiao Mo was about to say sothing more, Xie Qinghuan on the other end already hung up and started changing clothes.
Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and Xie Qinghuan’s voice ca through. Yan Yiheng remained seated on the sofa, unmoving, gesturing for Qiao Mo to open the door.
Such a tyrant...
This is clearly her ho, how co she’s treated like a servant?
Qiao Mo, disgruntled, shuffled to the door. As soon as she opened it, Xie Qinghuan charged in furiously, "Where is he?"
Qiao Mo pointed inside, watching her about to rush in, fearing she’d suffer, she quickly grabbed her and whispered, "Qinghuan, don’t be reckless. You are, after all, a girl, no match for him."
Xie Qinghuan cald down a little, knowing that this bastard Yan Yiheng had been pestering her recently, haunting her like a ghost.
Seeing Qiao Mo’s heavy dark circles under her eyes, Xie Qinghuan felt a bit of heartache.
As they approached, they saw Yan Yiheng sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking all high and mighty, completely at ease.
"Xiao Mo, go to your room and sleep." Xie Qinghuan gently advised.
Qiao Mo felt a bit uneasy, "But..."
"It’s fine, he wouldn’t dare do anything to ."
Yan Yiheng slowly opened his eyes, gazing at her without a word.
Qiao Mo hesitated for a mont, rembering her own torn and fractured body, she might not be of help here.
"Alright... If anything happens, call ... I’ll be inside."
Xie Qinghuan nodded, and only then did Qiao Mo slowly enter the bedroom.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, Xie Qinghuan swung her bag towards Yan Yiheng, "Are you insane? Coming to soone’s house in the middle of the night!"
Yan Yiheng grabbed her bag, pulling her over, then flipped her beneath him, "Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?"
"You dare... A man like you wouldn’t hesitate at anything!" Xie Qinghuan sneered coldly.
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