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"…" She felt as if her face was on fire. She quickly moved to another room and slipped in without saying a word.

After closing the door, she let out a long sigh of relief. The phone in her bag rang. She took it out and saw that it was Yin Mo's number. Before she could answer it, it was already dark.

Yu Jingya guessed that something must have happened when she called at such a late hour. She wanted to borrow Ye Beicheng's phone, but she felt embarrassed when she thought of her awkward action just now. After hesitating for a while, she mustered up her courage and walked out.

Dong dong …

She knocked on his door, a little nervous.

"Come in." She could hear him clearly through the thick door, and he let her in.

She pushed the door open. Just as she wanted to open her mouth to borrow her phone, she was surprised to see Ye Beicheng unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a large portion of his strong chest muscles.

Hurriedly turning away from her sight, she turned around in panic, regretting that she had thought of borrowing her phone.

"Didn't I still not take it off?" Ye Beicheng walked towards her. Seeing that Yu Jingya's eyes were tightly shut, he snappily smiled. "Sooner or later, we will live together. Do you plan to avoid me like this in the future?"

She closed her eyes again in panic. Although Ye Beicheng didn't take off his shirt, the buttons on his chest were all open. A man's chest was always so shy that a woman like her, who had never been in contact with him before, felt nervous just by glancing at him.

"Let's talk about the future later. Can I borrow your phone for a while now?" She did not open her eyes, but extended her right hand.

Ye Beicheng put the phone in her palm and patted her shoulder: "Alright, isn't it tiring to talk like this?"

"I'll return it to you when I'm done." She dashed to the door and ran back to the guest room without a word.

Actually, she wasn't such a conservative woman. What was important was that she felt that a man like Ye Beicheng was too dangerous. If she was a little more cautious of him that night, she might not have lost her innocence …

He dialed Yin Mo's number and heard an elegant voice from the other end. "Hello, who is this?"

"Mumu, it's me …"

"Damn, why did you change numbers?" When he heard her voice, his graceful and well-mannered greeting immediately became casual.

"No, I borrowed your phone. Did you call me just now?"

Yin Mo was stunned for a moment before she shrieked exaggeratedly, "Are you with a man now?"

"How do you know?" she asked guiltily.

"Damn, this number looks like the symbol of a rich person, it's six eight!"

"Why are you looking for me?" Someone quickly changed the subject, even though she knew Yin Mo would not easily end something she was interested in.

"Honestly, with whom?"

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me …"

"Who?"

After pausing for a few seconds, she said honestly, "Ye Beicheng."

"Ye Beicheng?" Yin Mo repeated uncertainly, "You said you were with Ye Beicheng?"

"Yes."

A wild laughter immediately came from the other end of the phone, "Darling, do you know who Ye Beicheng is?"

Yu Jingya was about to explain that Ye Beicheng was the one who raped her, but before she could finish, Yin Mo roared: "I say, have you been suffering from hallucinations recently? "The night before yesterday, he said that he was going to get married, and tonight, he also said that you and Ye Beicheng are going to be together. Do you want to say tomorrow that the person you are going to marry is him?"

"Although I know that you will not believe me, the truth is that you're the one who said it …" She answered truthfully.

"Keep dreaming, my dear!"

Yin Mo quickly hung up the phone and sighed helplessly. She no longer wanted to explain anything. Sooner or later, everyone would know …

Dong dong … She knocked on Ye Beicheng's bedroom door again.

"Come in."

This time, she didn't recklessly push the door open and entered. Instead, she asked warily, "Can I really come in?"

Ye Beicheng didn't answer her, but directly opened the door. He stood in front of her with his arms crossed and asked with a smile: "What are you afraid of?"