After Jiang Ci parked the car, he turned to the side to call her to get up. However, before he could finish speaking, he saw Fourth Master walking towards him.

He gently waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to wake her.

After receiving the order, Jiang Ci quietly opened the car door, got out, and left.

Xiao Jinhan got into the driver's seat and turned his head to see her slightly tired face. Her dark chestnut pupils deepened slightly, and her thick, sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly without her noticing.

He didn't wake her; his well-defined fingers gently traced the dark blue and beige stripes on his suit.

After a moment of silence, he took off his suit jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders.

Tang Yaoyao was really tired. She didn't move at all and slept peacefully...

...

She had another dream.

In her dream, her benefactor's voice was somewhat cold, but the ending tone was very warm as he said to her, word by word, "Don't be afraid, you have a home now."

Don't be afraid, you have a home now...

These words are like soft cotton gently brushing against my heart, then revealing a colorful rainbow, both sweet and warm.

As she gradually regained consciousness, she realized that a dream was just a dream, and no matter how hard she tried to grasp it, it was just a wisp of air.

The voice faded into the distance, as if they would never meet again in this lifetime. She opened her beautiful eyes in a panic, tears welling in them, and instinctively cried out, "Don't go, don't go..."

She sat up straight, and a warm coat slipped off her body, pulling her back to reality.

She reached out to pick up the suit jacket that had fallen to the ground.

At the same time, Xiao Jinhan bent down, and in a flash, his large hand covered the back of her hand.

The temperature was somewhat scorching, and she could almost feel the calluses left by the years on the man's palm, rough yet sexy. For half a second, she felt a sense of déjà vu when she held his hand.

Before she could even process this familiarity, he reached past her hand, picked up her suit jacket, and said in a cold, emotionless voice, "Get out of the car now that you're awake."

Tang Yaoyao turned her head and realized that it was already dark outside.

Xiao Jinhan's deep and handsome face was not so clear in the dark night. His long, curled eyelashes drooped down, casting a row of shadows of varying depths below his eyes, making his charming face even more dashing.

Combined with the moonlight, there was an indescribable sense of unfathomable depth, which also made people feel his loneliness and coldness.

After she got out of the car, because of that slight sense of familiarity she had just felt, she, who was usually very talkative, didn't know what to say for a moment and just turned her head to look at him.

The lights on both sides of the main road of the mountain resort shone on him, shimmering and creating a dim and bewitching atmosphere reminiscent of decadent luxury.

His legs were long and slender, and he didn't subconsciously wait for her. With each step he took, he seemed to bring a cold wind with him as he passed by her, just like him, icy and cool.

Finally, the road came to an end, and ahead was the living room.

She thought he would go into the villa on his own, but to her slight surprise, he stopped and stood at the door waiting.

Tang Yaoyao lazily curved her lips into a smile, which was somewhat sexy. When she got to his side, she teased him, "Long time no see. Fourth Master has become more and more handsome."

Xiao Jinhan turned his head, his phoenix eyes narrowed, and stared at her intently.

With his right hand tucked into his pocket and his suit jacket casually draped over his arm, he suddenly exuded an indescribable air of roguish sexiness.

She was about to try a different approach: "Brother Xiao..."

His low, cold voice interrupted her: "Dr. Tang can tell fortunes, right?"