Yang Mianxiao clenched her fists tightly, her fingernails digging into her palms.

  "Car accident," she bit her lower lip, "we went on a self-driving tour and then had an accident. Our car rolled over on the mountain road, and then..."

  "What then?"

  Gu Qingcheng swirled the red wine in his glass and locked eyes with Yang Fuxiao's increasingly pale face, devoid of blood color.

  "Then..."

  Yang sat on the bed, swaying back and forth twice, his pale face suddenly turned bright red, then he felt a wave of nausea, and suddenly leaned forward, vomiting all at once.

  Just right, spit it on Gu Qingcheng's body.

  Gu Qingcheng: "......"

  Yang brushed off the dawn, just opened his mouth to say "sorry", and then a strong vomiting sensation, directly covering his mouth and turning into the bathroom.

  Gu Qingcheng scrunched up his nose in distaste, looked down at the vomit on his black trousers, and put the wine glass in his hand aside on the table.

  Yang Fuxiao came out of the bathroom, leaning against the wall, feeling a bit dizzy, and saw that Gu Qingcheng was no longer in the room.

  A gentle-looking aunt walked in from outside, holding a bowl of ginger sugar water and said: "Miss, the master asked me to bring it over, drink it while it's hot."

  It seems like this is one of Gu Qingcheng's helpers.

  "Thank you."

  Yang Fuxiao might have really caught a cold and had gastrointestinal disease, eating irregularly for a long time, with poor appetite all along. After drinking ginger soup, waves of warmth surged inside her body, only then did she feel that the feeling of being drained was suppressed.

  "Auntie, where is your husband?"

  She opened her mouth and felt a dryness in her throat.

  Auntie Li said: "The master says you can sleep in this room or go next door to find him."

  Yang Mu Xiao was taken aback upon hearing this and asked, "Are these his exact words?"

  "Yes."

  Yang Fuxiao bent down and took a look at the pair of men's slippers on the ground prepared by Aunt Li.

  Aunt Li has already brought a cotton men's shirt, and in front of Yang Fuxiao, she cut off the label on it with scissors.

  "Because there have never been any women on this side of the gentleman's, they are all men's, but they are all brand new, you can just use one for a night."

  "Thank you."

  After Aunt Li left, Yang Xiao grabbed this white men's shirt and went into the bathroom.

  After washing in the bathroom for about an hour, hot water steaming, skin turned pink, put on this white men's shirt, the shirt is wide and can cover thighs.

  Yang Buruoxiao walked out and in the corridor, a wall lamp was lit. The door of the room next door was slightly ajar, with a narrow gap open.

  She walked over, grasped the door handle with one hand, and looked down at her fingers, which were white at the tips.

  Is she going in?

  To quote Gu Qingcheng's words, now she has gone in, what difference is there between her and those who actively sent themselves to the door?

  Yang Mu Xiao stood at the door, thinking for a full minute. As she turned around, she found herself standing just one meter behind her. Gu Qing Cheng was wearing a gray men's bathrobe, looking down at her. She even saw a flash of anger in his eyes. In a panic, she took a step back, but her feet were clad in a pair of oversized men's slippers, which got tangled and caused her to stumble backwards.

  Gu Qingcheng reached out and grasped Yang Moxiao's wrist, pulling her upright, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes: "Do you still want to go in now?"

  Yang Mu Xiao looked at Gu Qing Cheng's face and took a step back, making way for him at the doorway.

  Xu Muhuang and Gu Qingcheng are two different individuals. Xu Muhuang feels like sunshine, warm and gentle, with a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, but he is especially good to her. Gu Qingcheng is different, he is more like a dark whirlpool.