The mansion of Count Hillar welcomed a distinguished guest whom Count Clee valued very much. When the maid was cleaning the front hall, she saw the usually gloomy Count leading a handsome man who looked like an inhuman into the front hall with a smile on his face.

"This is the front hall of the mansion. If you are tired, you can rest here. If you want to eat or drink something, just ask the maid to make it."

Clee took Qi Yan's hand and sat on the sofa. He called the maid: "Go make a pot of black tea."

The maid retreated in response. Before leaving, she looked at Qi Yan curiously for several times. After all, this man was handsome and was treated like this by the Count, so it was inevitable that she was a little curious.

After the maid left, Kerry smiled again and said to Qi Yan coquettishly: "Do you like it here? If you like it, you can stay here forever and treat it as your home!"

- Everything here is for you, and I will give it to you too.

Qi Yan looked around carefully and said thoughtfully: "It's too gorgeous."

"Don't you like it like this?" Kerry said quickly: "Me neither! It just so happens that I want to renovate this place!"

"Kerry, you have to follow your heart." Qi Yan looked at him seriously and said: "Don't mind me, I can live anywhere."

"But I want to make you happy."

Kerry's words left Qi Yan speechless. Kerry always thinks about him. When he was about to change the subject, a dignified and gentle female voice suddenly came from the stairs behind him.

"Oh, there are guests at home."

Nasha came down from the second floor. Her delicate face was powdered, her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were smeared with lip balm. The breath of a noble lady came over her.

Qi Yan felt that Kerry's face darkened the moment he saw Nasha.

Nasha walked in front of Qi Yan with the steps of an elegant lady, looking down at him like a host.

"I am Kerry's wife, Nasha Hillar." After saying that, she bowed like a lady: "We were not prepared for your sudden visit. We are so rude."

Qi Yan replied calmly: "It's not a sudden visit. Kerry knew about it a long time ago. You don't have to feel rude."

Originally, it was just because there were distinguished guests coming to the house, but she didn't receive any notification from Kerry. Nasha came here to irritate Kerry in anger, but she didn't expect to be choked by Qi Yan. Nasha then looked at Qi Yan seriously, looking him up and down carefully.

This man is very handsome, not like a human, but more like an elf. But he doesn't have pointed ears, but has crystal blue eyes... He is not an elf, nor a vulgar race like goblins and dwarves.

Nasha calculated shrewdly in her heart, and put on a show on her face: "So, Chris knew it a long time ago!"

"Yeah." Qi Yan responded, turned to look at Chris, and asked: "Your wife?"

Chris's face darkened, he pondered for a moment, and nodded gently.

"Is that so. But didn't you tell her that you wanted to bring me here?"

Chris turned away: "No need."

Such a straightforward disdain made Nasha's face pale. She stared at Chris and gritted her teeth and said: "Chris, the guests are still here!"

In Nasha's impression, Chris still needs to put on a show to her outside...

However, Chris's next words almost hit her hard.

"Ayan is not a guest." Kerry glanced at her coldly: "Compared to you, Ayan is closer to me."

"A man?!" Nasha's voice suddenly rose, especially sharp.

Kerry stood up unhappily, and did not speak to Nasha, but pulled Qi Yan and walked towards the second floor.

"Kerry!"

Nasha called his name from behind.

"Kerry! I want you to stop!"

Kerry did not stop at all, as if he would let her go on like this.

More and more maids and waiters hid in the curtains and corners, pointing at Nasha and whispering.

Nasha panted angrily, she waited for the backs of Kerry and Qi Yan, and could not calm down for a long time.

Kerry brought Qi Yan to the bedroom he had cleaned this morning, locked the door after entering the room, then turned around and hugged Qi Yan.

Burying his face in Qi Yan's neck, Kerry took a deep breath of his unique scent.

"Kerry?" An unknown voice sounded.

Kerry hugged Qi Yan tightly, his hot breath spraying on his neck: "Let me hold you for a while."

- I have wanted to hug you for two years.

Qi Yan hugged him back without saying a word, but quietly waiting for his mood to calm down.

People with Kerry's personality do not need sympathy or neglect, but companionship.

Quiet companionship is enough, and that is why Kerry cares about Qi Yan.

"Ah Yan..."

After a long time, Kerry's sad and hollow voice echoed throughout the house.

"I love you so much."

- I love you so much, I can't help myself, I really want to hold you like this for the rest of my life... You are in my arms, only in my arms.

"Kerry..."

"Say you love me too, say it quickly, I'm waiting."

Kerry didn't know what he felt in his heart, he could only feel the bitterness that passed through his throat, gradually flowing into his blood.

- Say you love me quickly, otherwise... I don't know what I will do.

Qi Yan's eyes were dull, he looked at the gorgeous silverware on the distant cabinet, and his hand covering Kerry's back slowly fell.

"Kelly, you have a wife."

This fact sent Kelly into hell, unable to turn over.

Kelly's eyes dimmed, and then became as deep as obsidian, pitch black, and it was impossible to tell the emotions in them.

"This is not what I want, Ah Yan..." The pleading and panic just now disappeared, and Kelly's voice suddenly became cold, and it was impossible to hear the emotions in it: "This is not the marriage I want, I love you, I want you."

"Kelly, everything has a beginning and an end." Qi Yan gently advised: "Your wife, she may rely on you more than you think."

"It has nothing to do with me!" Chris's voice suddenly became crazy. He grabbed Qi Yan's shoulders and stared at him with his black eyes: "Why are you talking to her like that?! She has nothing to do with you no matter what! You just need to look at me!" Chris's

shoulders were like being clamped by iron clamps. He was very strong. Qi Yan felt pain and frowned slightly: "Chris, you..."

"Ah Yan..." Suddenly, Chris's attitude softened again. He looked at Qi Yan carefully, his voice full of apology with a hint of crying: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I must have hurt you... I'm sorry, don't be angry with me..."

Such a change made Qi Yan have a bad premonition. He slowly pushed Chris's hand away, took two steps back and kept his distance.

"Ke Li, you are too tired, you need to rest."

"Ah Yan..."

If the puppy-like low voice made Qi Yan's heart tremble, Ke Li raised his head, and Qi Yan was stunned.

The handsome and resolute face was covered with tears, drop by drop, falling on the ground, as if hitting Qi Yan's heart.

——This man is crying.