011: "Desire".

The surroundings were extremely dark, and Huaiyan could only make out the other person's figure with the help of the light pouring from the living room.

The man was clearly not one of the three bodyguards from before.

The man had broad shoulders and a narrow waist; even in the dim light, his smooth jawline and handsome face were clearly visible.

Even his entire aura exudes a sense of nobility.

Huaiyan felt as if she had stopped breathing.

"H-Hello." The boy straightened up, his voice soft. "May I ask what brings you here?"

He had a gut feeling that the three bodyguards must be closely related to the man in front of him.

I just don't know what the man's intentions are.

However, Huaiyan didn't get to hear the man speak before he turned and left.

"That's strange." Huai Yan gently closed the door, a little puzzled. "Did he send the bodyguards?"

"It's almost certainly true." 073 was full of doubt. "I thought it would be the male lead, Jiang Ze."

Both of them met Jiang Ze when they were working through the storyline.

The story unfolds from a God's-eye view. At that time, Huaiyan and 073 only identified the main characters. They skipped over NPCs and other characters who had no impact on the plot.

So much so that she couldn't tell who the man in front of her was.

"Could it be that pervert?"

Huai Yan's face paled slightly as she recalled user 2365 in the live stream, "Xiao Ju gave him my address back then..."

“It doesn’t seem like it,” 073 thought for a moment, “but it seems to be the only possibility.”

The person named 2365 in the live stream used extremely vulgar language, and their harassment in private messages was also very crude and rude.

It was only after 2365 was reported and its account was banned that things quieted down for a while.

The man from earlier looked completely different from 2365, but so far, only 2365 knew Huaiyan's address.

"I don't think so either..."

The boy muttered something under his breath, his ears turning red, and walked to the window to draw the curtains.

He stood by the windowsill with a half-smile, glancing down casually.

A black Panamera was parked under the old streetlights outside the window.

Countless dust particles danced in the light, giving the car body a golden sheen.

A few seconds later, the boy subtly looked away.

After a night of adventure, he took his clothes and went into the bathroom as usual.

-

Fu Tingyu had already come out of the stairwell.

After getting into the car, he didn't rush to let the driver start. Instead, he sat in the back seat, slightly raised his chin, and focused his gaze on the building in front of him.

About half an hour later, the last glimmer of light on the third floor was extinguished.

The driver then seemed to sense something and pressed the clutch.

The man sat back in the leather seat, his expression inscrutable.

I saw the boy.

Although it was completely unexpected, he did not expect Huaiyan to be so vigilant. Even though there was no sound outside the door, he still tried to open it.

But it's not necessarily a bad thing.

Fu Tingyu couldn't help but recall the look in the boy's eyes when he opened the door.

She was wet, had a soft voice, fair skin, and was polite and well-behaved, like a pitiful little kitten.

The boy had bruises on his face and arms, which were probably from when he was beaten by Zhang Feng and his group.

They look even more pitiful.

When she spoke to him, her pink and moist lips opened and closed, uttering words that were pleasant to hear and soft.

Undeniably, at that moment, Fu Tingyu had other indescribable thoughts.