C20 In the Middle of the Night.

Mi Yov felt that there was nothing in the world that could make her give up everything. However, when he accompanied her down the heavenly bridge, her heart was moved. Love seemed to be within reach once again.

The cold water drowned her. She didn't know how to swim, so she was struggling. Just when she thought she would die for sure, a pair of hands grabbed her in time.

She struggled to open her eyes, and when she saw that familiar face, her heart skipped a beat.

Mi Yov slowly closed her eyes. Her consciousness also gradually withdrew.

When she opened her eyes again, she was in the midst of the hot air. She looked around in confusion and found that she was lying in the bathtub. "Miss, come and take a bath." The maid's voice came.

Mi Yov was unable to understand the situation and obediently agreed. She allowed the servant to bathe her there. Ten minutes later, Mi Yov wrapped herself in a bathrobe and tiptoed out.

Nangong Haoqi, who was in the bedroom, had short, wet hair and was reading documents. He noticed her gaze and turned his head. "You're awake?"

Mi Yov answered blankly and leaned against the door. Nangong Haoqi waved at her. Only then did she jog forward.

Nangong Haoqi gently stroked her head and calmly said, "How does it feel to die?"

Mi Yov recalled that suffocating feeling and said seriously, "It's not good at all. Life is precious, I should cherish it."

Nangong Haoqi patted her head in satisfaction. "You are so smart. Death won't solve anything." If it was possible, he would have left with her back then.

Mi Yov recalled the scene before she fell into the water. She could not help but ask the doubt in her heart, "Mr Nangong, why did you jump down with me?"

Nangong Haoqi stared into her eyes and only smiled mysteriously. He looked at her long hair that was still dripping water. He stood up and walked to the cabinet to take out the hairdryer.

Mi Yov was just about to take it when Nangong Haoqi pressed her on the sofa. He picked up the hairdryer and blew her hair skillfully.

Mi Yov's body stiffened. She was at a loss for what to do. She was being served by him, and her heart was filled with warmth.

She inadvertently raised her head to look at him. In that instant, she became shy.

It was already very late at night. Because Mi Yov's clothes were still wet, she could only stay in the guest room next door. She was somewhat unable to sleep, so she went to the balcony and quietly watched the bright moonlight.

Just as she was concentrating on counting the stars, a familiar voice sounded, "You haven't slept yet?"

Mi Yov looked in the direction of the voice and smiled sweetly, "Yes, I am counting the stars. There are really a lot of stars tonight."

Nangong Haoqi supported the edge of the balcony with one hand. He jumped easily and stood beside her. "Mr Nangong, aren't you afraid of falling to your death?" Mi Yov said.

Nangong Haoqi leaned against the railing of the balcony and said calmly, "I am not afraid."

He was really bold. Mi Yov changed the topic. "Mr Nangong, why aren't you sleeping so late?"

"I've always slept very little." Nangong Haoqi replied faintly. "I am always afraid that sleeping will make me lose something." He thought of what happened in the past, and pain flashed across his eyes.

In Mi Yov's view, Nangong Haoqi seemed to have a lot of stories. "What you lost might not belong to you in the end." She answered with a smile.

Nangong Haoqi turned his head to look at her. She was a little unnatural. "It's getting late, I'm going to sleep first."

Just as she was about to leave, her feet slipped. She widened her eyes. Seeing that she was about to make intimate contact with the ground, she instinctively wanted to grab something.

"Be careful." Nangong Haoqi growled, and both of them fell to the ground. He pressed down on her body, and his lips moved past her face.

Mi Yov moved her body in pain. She lowered her head and her face instantly turned red. Mi Yov stuttered as she spoke.

Nangong Haoqi pressed down on her. They were only a few centimeters away.

Nangong Haoqi stared into her eyes, and a strange thought flashed through his mind. He slowly leaned towards her lips.

Mi Yov widened her eyes and her breathing became rapid. She looked at his face that was getting closer and closer and slowly closed her eyes.