After hearing her words, Yun Qianheng put down the hand that was holding the page of the book. He raised his eyes slightly, and there was no emotion in his tone.
"You can already go to the bar by yourself, do you still need me to accompany you when you go out?"
Bu Tiange frowned, "Uncle, what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't do that."
"You didn't?"
Yun Qianheng raised his eyebrows and stood up from the desk.
Bu Tiange stretched out his hand towards him, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself. Give me the access card and promise to be back before ten o'clock."
Yun Qianheng grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him, his fingers gently brushing across her face.
"Can the access control stop you?" he said, his fingertips leaving her cheek and sliding down along the graceful lines of her neck.
Bu Tiange's usual calmness finally showed cracks.
She turned her head to the side, trying to avoid Yun Qianheng's malicious hand.
"It's too early," she warned.
Yun Qianheng seemed to enjoy her shyness. He held her hand and acted gentle like an elder. "Of course I know. There's no need for you to be so nervous."
Bu Tiange pulled his hand out and, while Yun Qianheng was not paying attention, opened the desk drawer.
"If you don't give me the access card, I'll find it myself."
As she spoke, she pretended to grab something from the drawer.
Yun Qianheng's face turned cold and he grabbed her hand that was reaching for the drawer.
Bu Tiange was prepared and raised his hand to break his grip.
When the attack failed, the slender fingers that were pulling on her wrist turned to restrain her elbow, and the other hand simultaneously grabbed Bu Tiange's shoulders and pressed down, pressing her hard on the table.
He whispered, "I don't want this to happen a second time."
Bu Tiange looked at him steadily, his eyes dull, as if he was frightened.
Yun Qianheng quickly let go of her hand and helped her up, so quickly that it seemed as if the scene just now had never happened.
"Did it hurt you?" His tone was still as loving as ever.
Bu Tiange stood by the corner of the table, flexed his wrist and said, "No."
A magnetic card was thrown onto the table, and Yun Qianheng finally gave in.
"Come back early." He said helplessly.
Bu Tiange took the card, said thank you with a smile, and quickly got out of the room.
After closing the door, Bu Tiange walked towards his room while taking out a small paper bag from his clenched palm.
She murmured to herself, "There's definitely something wrong."
In order to test Yun Qianheng, she deliberately let him win.
But the two skills he displayed were well-trained and were definitely not something a pampered young master of a wealthy family could perform.
It's true that he's a villain with blood on his hands, but does it mean that to be a villain now you have to have extraordinary skills?
The system asked: "Host, what are you doing..."
She weighed the small paper bag in her hand and said, "Look what good stuff I got."
If it weren't for her deep understanding of her host's character, even the system would have been fooled by her superb acting skills.
Well, its host is either thinking about whether to harm people or how to harm people.
Border. Aye.
The rain was pouring down, clattering against the windows.
The strong wind lifted the door curtain, and the cell phone that fell on the carpet flashed white light.
The voice coming from the phone was covered in the sound of rain and was hazy and indistinct.
"You were lucky enough to survive seven years ago, but that may not be the case this time."
Silence hung heavy in the air. After a long moment, a hoarse male voice rang out, "Who are you?"
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