The next morning, a scream pierced the sky, startling the sleeping birds, which flapped their wings and flew away.
In the master bedroom of the villa, Gu Yan clung to the quilt at the head of the bed, looking at the other man in the bed with fear and vigilance.
Tang Yuxiu frowned slightly, opened his eyes, and looked at her displeased.
"You, why are you here!" Gu Yan stammered, accusing.
Tang Yuxiu sneered, "This is my house, my bedroom, where else should I be."
As he spoke, he was about to get up. Gu Yan, overly frightened, hurriedly retreated but had already reached the edge of the bed, and, unprepared, she fell backward heavily onto the floor.
Even though there was a carpet on the floor, falling like this still hurt her so much that tears came to her eyes.
Tang Yuxiu's instinctive gesture to offer a hand hesitated for a moment, then he retracted it, glancing at her with disdain, "Making a fuss."
Then he got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash.
