After returning to his room, Song Yuli suddenly turned back as if he had thought of something and said to Song Yuhao.

"Remember to lock the doors and windows, okay?"

Song Yuhao nodded: "Okay, I understand."

...

After returning to his room, Song Yuli quickly locked the windows and drew the curtains.

After doing all this, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged. She took out her phone and prepared to send a message to Nangong Yu.

However, just as she clicked on Nangong Yu's profile picture, she suddenly remembered what Liang Nannan had told her about the problems with Quanyu Group, and she immediately gave up the idea of ​​chatting with him.

The Quan Yu Group is in trouble, and he's already busy enough. She shouldn't bother him.

Thinking of this, Song Yuli sighed, then put down his phone, lay on the bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

For some reason, the face of the scarred man suddenly appeared in her mind.

Recalling the intense, blatant possessiveness in his eyes, Song Yuli frowned, a hint of disgust flashing across his face.

She shook her head, trying to shake that horrible man out of her mind.

How could she have thought of that horrible man? Enough already.

Reaching out to pull the thin blanket beside him, Song Yuli turned over and closed his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Song Yuli, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, her delicate brows furrowed tightly, and her dry lips began to murmur to herself.

"No...don't come any closer...don't touch me...ah—"

With her tightly closed eyes snapping open, Song Yuli quickly sat up in bed, panting heavily, her alluring peach blossom eyes filled with terror.

She just had a dream, a very, very terrible dream.

In her dream, she was kidnapped by the scarred man, who forced her to wear a sexy, semi-transparent camisole nightgown, to please him, and to cater to him.

Ignoring her protests, he groped her all over. She cried and struggled desperately, but it was all in vain.

To dissuade him, she told him she was pregnant. But the horrible man took a dagger, cut open her stomach, took out her child, and tore it apart in front of her...

Thinking of this, Song Yuli subconsciously reached out and lifted her clothes. Looking at her smooth belly, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then placed her hand on her stomach.

Thankfully, it was just a dream.

I reached for my phone and looked at the time; it was already past 3 a.m.

Lying back in bed, looking at the pitch-black night outside the window, Song Yuli could no longer fall asleep.

For some reason, at that moment, she really missed Nangong Yu.

Opening Nangong Yu's blank profile picture, Song Yuli stared blankly at their previous chat history, lost in thought.

After a while, Song Yuli pursed his lips, then opened his WeChat Moments and edited a message.

"I miss you so much."

The accompanying photo was taken a few days ago in her room by a secret photographer of Nangong Yu working in front of his computer.

After the post was successfully published, I quickly received several comments.

Zhou Di: "Miss, you know what? If you keep showing off your love so openly, you'll have no friends left. [Frowning] [Frowning]"

Chen Mingzheng: "Damn it, what did I do wrong? Hey, why did I have to see this post on my WeChat Moments? [Frustrated]"

Xiao Tiantian: "Blocked, muted! [Goodbye] [Goodbye]"