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"Alright." She nodded in satisfaction. There was no woman who didn't like the sea …
After following him through the villa's entrance, she stood in the hallway and silently sized up the villa. Inside the villa, there was a calm and quiet luxurious light blue curtain, light white wallpaper, and in the middle of the living room was a light gray sofa.
"Come in." He crooked his finger at her.
"Which room should I stay in?"
Ye Beicheng poured a glass of juice for her and asked doubtfully: "Do you want to sleep now?"
"Then what else do we need to do?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately felt that something was amiss. "Don't misunderstand, what I mean …"
"I know." He interrupted her. "Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."
Feeling that she had been seen through, Yu Jingya walked over to the sofa and sat down embarrassedly. From now on, she would have to learn to get used to this place, including getting used to him.
"Why didn't you knock just now?" Ye Beicheng sat on the sofa opposite her with a can of beer in his hand.
"It's useless even if you scream." He sighed helplessly, "My mom won't open the door for me."
"What about your dad?" He took a sip of his beer and stared at her with his deep eyes.
Yu Jingya leaned weakly on the sofa. "He went to gamble."
"Is there anyone else in your family?" Ye Beicheng asked again.
"And a little brother, 23 years old, a little hoodlum." She did not hide anything from him. Sooner or later, he would find out.
Ye Beicheng stopped questioning him. He raised his forehead with one hand and shook the can of beer in his hand.
"Do you have any more wine?"
He raised his blurry eyes and asked mockingly, "You want to drink it?"
"Yes!" Yu Jingya nodded affirmatively.
"Aren't you afraid that I'll be disrespectful to you after drinking wine?"
She shook her head. "If you say it like that, then others will think you really aren't picky …"
Ye Beicheng chuckled and then shifted his gaze to her. He sized her up from head to toe and teased meaningfully: "Actually …" You're not bad either. "
She wasn't bad, but compared to those beautiful women, she was far worse.
"Bring the wine."
Ye Beicheng stood up and placed a few bottles of beer in front of her. "You didn't drink any for dinner tonight?"
"No, I only drink when I'm in a bad mood."
She spoke frankly, and he laughed in agreement. "Me too."
Yu Jingya opened the lid of the can and raised her chin to take a big gulp. Because she drank too fast, she choked and coughed a few times.
"Why are you in a bad mood?" Ye Beicheng asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Do you think you'd be in a good mood for a homeless person?"
"You can come here when you have nowhere else to go." He quickly answered, a look of reluctance flashing across his eyes.
Without blaming him for his sympathy, this place would soon become her new home, and he would also become his family. It had nothing to do with love, nothing to do with kinship, only someone who had to be together.
"Do you often bring women home?"
He shook his head. "Not often. I don't like to treat my place as a romantic place."
"Very good." Yu Jingya looked at him with satisfaction. "We're married. It doesn't matter how much you spend outside. It's just that you don't need to bring back women. That way, I'll be embarrassed."
Ye Beicheng smiled mockingly, "Marriage without love is good, spending money and drinking wine can be allowed …"
As he said this, she asked tentatively, "May I ask you a question?"
"There's no need to ask questions about your relationship." He stared at her puzzled expression, his dark eyes calm.
"Oh, then there's no need to ask."
Ye Beicheng admired Yu Jingya's bluntness.
"I want to rest now." She put down her can of beer and yawned.
"Follow me." He led her to the second floor.
"There are four rooms. Which one do you like?" Ye Beicheng pointed.
She didn't choose either. She walked to the door of one of the rooms and lazily said, "This one."
Just as he was about to push open the door: "Wait a moment." He called to her.
Yu Jingya turned around, puzzled. "What is it?"
"That's my room …"
