She actually wanted to ask about Jin Chenye’s injuries, but with Yu Xiuzhun by her side, she didn’t dare to speak.

"Yu Xiuzhun is in Paris. He might already know where you are. Be careful. If you’re really scared, I can come pick you up now." Jin Chenye’s worried voice over the phone inexplicably moved her.

Ye Mingmei sniffed, turned her head to glance at the man holding her from behind, wanting so much to tell Jin Chenye that Yu Xiuzhun was in her room right now.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she calmly spoke, "I’m fine, Senior. You don’t need to worry about me."

"Are you sure you don’t need me to come and pick you up?" Jin Chenye asked again.

Jin Chenye mentioned twice that he wanted to come get her, and Ye Mingmei could clearly feel the man behind her getting angrier, the hand around her waist almost squeezing her waist off.

"Really, there’s no need, Senior. I’m fine. It’s getting late. You should get some rest early too." After saying that, Ye Mingmei didn’t dare linger and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh, your senior wants to come pick you up. Why don’t you tell him that I’m right beside you, and we’re now lying on the same sofa, which will soon become a bed..."

"You said you wouldn’t touch me!" Ye Mingmei’s nerves tightened, and she spoke up nervously.

"Hmm, I said I wouldn’t touch, but you didn’t smile to satisfy me. How should we settle this score?" Yu Xiuzhun lay back on the sofa, hands behind his head, looking at her teasingly.

"I’ll smile."

Without thinking, Ye Mingmei immediately smiled sweetly at him.

With a hint of resentment.

"I like this little face, but your gaze is somewhat disappointing." Yu Xiuzhun pinched her cheek and frowned, "Hate me?"

"...I’m tired. I can’t smile." Ye Mingmei pouted aggrievedly.

She thought the person from that night was Jin Chenye. She’s been staying busy with work these past two days to numb herself. After being busy for two days and with her mood being oppressive, she was on the brink of collapse. Yet, Yu Xiuzhun kept trying to make her smile. How could she not hate him?

Ye Mingmei was initially angry, but knowing she couldn’t win against the demon Yu Xiuzhun, the words she spoke inexplicably carried a hint of submission, sounding more like she was acting cute.

This tone greatly pleased Yu Xiuzhun.

"If you’re tired, sleep." He stretched out his big hand, pulling Ye Mingmei into his embrace, letting her rest her head on his chest.

He sat up, carried her to the bed, lay down together, and pulled the quilt over her.

"Sleep."

"..."

Yu Xiuzhun’s series of actions were done in one go, leaving Ye Mingmei with no time to react, not even knowing what on earth was wrong with him.

She just felt a dizzying whirl and found her head resting on Yu Xiuzhun’s chest, able to sleep comfortably.

Feeling the heartbeat against the man’s chest, Ye Mingmei shifted uncomfortably, trying to sleep on the side, but Yu Xiuzhun held her tightly and wouldn’t let go.

She tried several times but couldn’t break free, so she simply stopped bothering.

Closing her eyes, she forced herself to sleep.

Perhaps she was truly exhausted, as Ye Mingmei fell asleep quickly.

In no time, her breathing became even.

It was the first time Yu Xiuzhun had held her without doing anything, just sleeping under the quilt. He felt stifled, but looking at her peaceful sleeping face, his chest inexplicably stirred.

Without makeup, Ye Mingmei was very beautiful, exuding a sense of clean purity, something he always knew.

But he never seriously looked at her sleeping face before.

Compared to him, her world was as clean as a baby.