C101 Little Thing Is This Your Room?

Yuvyuv silently cursed, "You jerk." Her small hands clenched, but she didn't say another word. She knew the man in front of her was an overbearing jerk to the core. His decisions were always to be followed without question. If you dared to challenge him, you'd be risking your own neck. That was just asking for trouble.

Yuvyuv wasn't looking for trouble. She had fought hard to get a second chance at life, and there were still many important things she needed to accomplish. She couldn't afford to throw it all away now.

Huo Lingxiao glanced through the car's rearview mirror at the young girl in the backseat, her face struggling to suppress her anger. A sly smile played on his thin lips. The car quickly drove away, disappearing into the night.

The next morning, Huo Lingxiao's car was parked at the entrance of the Ye family home. Yuvyuv stood by her bedroom window, her petite frame hidden behind the curtain. Her large eyes glared daggers at Huo Lingxiao as he stepped out of the car, exuding confidence and strength.

If looks could kill, the sharp, knife-like gaze Yuvyuv directed at Huo Lingxiao would have pierced right through him. As if sensing her stare, Huo Lingxiao paused at the entrance and looked up, his dark, captivating eyes locking onto Yuvyuv's hidden figure behind the curtain.

Yuvyuv's breath caught in her throat, her entire body enveloped in a chilling aura that left her frozen in place. It wasn't until the cold, imposing figure of the man disappeared into the courtyard that Yuvyuv let out a shaky breath. Her body, unable to withstand the tension, slid down to the floor.

"That jerk, how is he so sharp?"

Yuvyuv recalled the cold, piercing gaze that seemed to target her, making her shiver uncontrollably. She finally remembered that her keen sense of danger in her past life was taught by that very man. The thought of it made her even angrier.

In her previous life, that jerk was her personal instructor, a demon who put her through hellish training. She was truly grateful that she had a seemingly delicate but incredibly resilient body that survived his brutal regimen.

"That bastard, given the chance, I'll definitely take down that twisted devil," Yuvyuv thought, her teeth grinding with hatred as she remembered the man overpowering her by the car last night. She wished she could tear that abusive jerk to pieces.

"Hey, kiddo, all packed? Let's go," Huo Lingxiao suddenly said, barging in without a care. He walked in as if he owned the place.

Yuvyuv jumped up in shock, pointing at the door and then at herself. Her mouth opened and closed in surprise before she managed to shout, "You, you, how did you get into my room?"

Realizing something, her eyes widened again. "This is a girl's room! How could my dad possibly allow you in here?"

"Oh, is this your room?" Huo Lingxiao asked, one hand in his pocket, his smile casual yet chilling.

Yuvyuv tensed up, furious enough to want to curse him out. This jerk had the nerve to pretend it was his first time here, despite sneaking in before. It was shameless.

But remembering what happened last night, Yuvyuv quickly pressed her lips together in fear.

She was terrified of what this jerk might do if she actually yelled at him. Even though this was her own room, who knew what this lunatic might do if he lost it? She wasn’t willing to take that risk.

Besides, she knew her dad had always spoken highly of this guy. When she was little, her dad and the general had joked about her growing up to marry this very jerk, Huo Lingxiao.

“Hey, don’t be nervous. I’m just here to help you with your luggage. So, have you packed everything? Need a hand?” Huo Lingxiao wasn’t in his usual military uniform today. Instead, he wore a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal his strong, muscular arms, giving off a powerful vibe.

Ye Yuvyuv didn’t have time to admire his different look today; she was too startled by his offer to help with her packing. She almost jumped out of her skin.

Quickly waving her hands, she said, “No need, I wouldn’t dare trouble you, Sixth Master. I can handle it myself.”

“Oh, is that so? Then I’ll just wait here for a bit,” Huo Lingxiao replied with a slight, teasing smile.

Ye Yuvyuv was so frustrated she wanted to throw something. Who needed this kind of condescending help? But she couldn’t say that; she didn’t dare provoke him.

The terrifying experience from last night was a stark reminder: until she had the strength to stand up to this devil, she couldn’t afford to anger him. Otherwise, she’d only end up worse off.

Last night, she had been dealing with Henry and didn’t expect to run into Huo Lingxiao. The moment she saw his car, she reacted quickly, ditching Henry and running to Huo Lingxiao’s car, hoping to calm this devil down as soon as possible.

Yet, she still managed to anger him.

He was furious because she had disobeyed him by meeting another man at night, which led to his harsh punishment.

This jerk didn't give her any chance to explain.

When he got mad, he was like a tyrant, making rash decisions without any regard for fairness.

"Could you please move to the living room for a cup of tea? I'll be down shortly," Yuvyuv asked, thinking it was terrifying to leave a raging wolf in her bedroom.

"No, I like it here," Huo Lingxiao replied with an authoritative smile, leaving no room for argument.

With a casual stride, Huo Lingxiao's long legs carried him directly to Yuvyuv's bed, where he sat down boldly.

He pressed his handsome hand against the soft mattress, raising an eyebrow with a lazy smile. "Hmm, this bed is nice—soft, big, perfect for a man and a woman to..."

Suddenly, Huo Lingxiao looked up, his smile deepening as he gazed at Yuvyuv.

Yuvyuv felt a shiver run down her spine, but then he chuckled softly, "Perfect for sleeping."

She breathed a sigh of relief, glaring at him, wishing she could smack him.

"What? Am I wrong, little one? Isn't a bed meant for sleeping?" Huo Lingxiao seemed intrigued, his elegant fingers hooking two pink pillows into his arms.

Yuvyuv glared, wanting to snatch the pillows back.

Those were her pillows, the ones she slept on, and now this infuriating man was holding them like they represented her.

What was this jerk planning? Was he trying to humiliate her again?