C12 Chapter 12

Under the light, droplets still clung to the tips of his hair. His perfectly toned body was on full display, and paired with that innocent look on his face, it was seriously—seriously—heart-stopping.

Yang Zimu didn’t even care about the safe anymore. She jumped aside, dodging him like he was a rat. “Don’t come any closer... If you do... I—I’ll cut you up and really mess up that face!”

“But, Zimu... without you, I can’t sleep night after night...” He pouted and pointed at his eyes, his long-lashed gaze shimmering with tears. “Look—I’ve even got dark circles...”

“Get out!”

“No! Zimu’s bed fits two people. I’m sleeping with you.” Before Yang Zimu could shove him out, he’d already flopped onto the bed, looking like he was just waiting for her to do her worst.

Yang Zimu was speechless. She slipped her shoes back on and picked up the safe from the floor. “If you won’t leave, then I will.”

Bang—

Gu Yanjue shut her bedroom door with one hand. He pulled her to the bedside, pinched her expressionless cheek, and ignored the anger in her eyes. “Be good... it’s midnight. Time for bed...”

“Where are you getting that kind of strength?” Yang Zimu tried to fight back, but his big hand clamped her wrist so hard it nearly snapped. She hurriedly gave in. “Fine, fine. You take the bed—I’ll sleep on the floor, okay?”

She couldn’t take this anymore.

She needed to find a new roommate.

“No. I can’t sleep unless I’m holding you...” Gu Yanjue protested, clearly unhappy. He turned Yang Zimu over, wrapped an arm around her waist from behind, and set her on the bed. Then he lay down and closed his eyes. “Okay... I’m going to sleep.”

And... he really did.

Yang Zimu went from tense and on guard to letting her defenses drop, and soon she drifted off.

Carefully easing away from her sleeping body, Gu Yanjue slipped out of bed and picked up the safe she’d left on the floor. He turned it over, studying it from every angle—then froze in shock.

He whipped his head around to stare at Yang Zimu. For a split second, a flash of killing intent flickered in his eyes—before his expression smoothed back into calm.

A sleeping woman suddenly felt like a knife was pressed across her throat. Startled, she jolted awake—only to find she was still in Gu Yanjue’s arms.

“Ugh... we really do need to move...” She poked his cheek. “How can someone’s face look *that* similar?”

She poked harder and harder. He slept like a rock, and Yang Zimu got bolder.

She started pinching here, rubbing there, sighing again and again. “It’s like a perfect copy...”

Tonight was the first time she’d been this close to that face. Someone that unfairly good-looking had to come from money—no way he was some poor kid, and no way he was just an ordinary guy.

What on earth had happened to turn him into this?

“A copy of what?” His tightly shut eyes snapped open. Yang Zimu yanked her hand back, but his large hand caught it.

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“Zimu... tell me...”

Faced with his pleading look, Yang Zimu shook her head. “Nothing. Go to sleep... go to sleep...”

“Zimu...”

“If you’re not sleeping, get out!” Yang Zimu pressed a hand to her forehead, irritated. “Go on, go, go!”

Gu Yanjue couldn’t win against her, so he obediently closed his eyes. Only after Yang Zimu drifted back into sleep did he open his again, his fingers lightly tracing her cheek.

“Little troublemaker... you’re interesting...” His long, pale fingers paused at Yang Zimu’s lips, his thumb gently brushing over them. “But... what exactly do you do, huh?”