His thin, cool lips pressed against hers, not moving away quickly, but instead sticking out his tongue to lick her lips.

Bi Xie shuddered and stared at Wei Zhaoye with his glassy eyes.

Wei Zhaoye is undoubtedly handsome, and that handsomeness goes beyond just his appearance; it is contained within his very soul.

He was like a beautiful, elegant, and cruel demon lord, or an unconventional noble who dwells in the night, possessing a face that humans could only look up to but dare not desecrate, and a dark aura that could drag people into the abyss.

"Why...why did you kiss me?" Bi Xie suddenly covered his mouth, his mind filled with the thought that he had kissed him, he had kissed him, holy crap, he actually kissed him!

This is progressing too fast, it's too sudden!

The two of them had little interaction before, and hadn't even spoken much. He hadn't even added her on WeChat, so why did he suddenly kiss her?

Wei Zhaoye didn't speak, but his sexy thin lips seemed to curve upwards slightly.

The housekeeper, Song Ma, suddenly spoke from outside the door: "Young Master, Teacher Qin, are you together?"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a lock being opened could be heard.

Bi Xie blushed with anxiety: "Put me down quickly."

Wei Zhaoye's eyes flashed with displeasure, but he still put Bi Xie down. Bi Xie breathed a sigh of relief and, while tidying his clothes, suddenly noticed the white pills scattered on the ground.

Her heart skipped a beat. Holy crap, Wei Zhaoye really is crazy!

Before she could think any further, Song Ma opened the door. Seeing that Wei Zhaoye was alright, her tense expression relaxed a little, but then she looked puzzled, as if she didn't understand why Bi Xie was in Wei Zhaoye's room.

If the young master doesn't like the second floor to be tainted by other things, then the young master's room is a forbidden zone on the second floor. Even Young Master Jiang is never allowed to enter the young master's room.

Song Ma was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses and said, "Young Master, Teacher Qin, breakfast is ready. Young Master Jiang just called and said he will arrive later today."

Good manners and respect for hierarchy meant that Song Ma would still address Bi Xie as "Teacher Qin" in public, only using a more intimate term in private.

Bi Xie smiled at Song Ma and said, "I understand, Song Ma."

During breakfast, it was just Bi Xie and Wei Zhaoye. Bi Xie felt a constant gaze on him, which made him feel immense pressure. He kept avoiding Wei Zhaoye's gaze.

She seemed to understand something; it turned out that every day after dinner, when she played games with Jiang Han, there really was a chilling gaze fixed on her.

Keep out of the way. Wei Zhaoye, who is not good with words, always stares at her. Why?

Bi Xie was a little conflicted. Did she have to be just like in the previous world, only by going crazy and losing all morals in order to increase the villain's happiness index?

After breakfast, Bi Xie waited for Wei Zhaoye to leave. Only when this man was out of her sight could she calm down and think things through.

But no matter how long she waited, Wei Zhaoye never went upstairs to change into that well-tailored suit, nor did he show any intention of going out.

He stared at Bi Xie with a deep, scrutinizing gaze, as if he were pondering something.

Bi Xie pretended to be playing on his phone, but his mind was not on it at all.

A feeling of being targeted by danger and having nowhere to escape spread through her mind, making her somewhat uneasy.

As Song Ma washed the dishes in the kitchen, Bi Xie, unable to bear being stared at any longer, finally spoke up: "Mr. Wei, aren't you going to work today?"

Wei Zhaoye is a very meticulous person who generally doesn't disrupt his own pace of life. The size of his walk, the speed of his meals, and the time he sleeps are all as if measured by a precise instrument, neither too much nor too little.