She said this as she glanced at the wall clock; it was already midnight.

Her eyes were somewhat flustered. This tyrant had told her to be in his room by ten to read to him, but she had overslept. Would he resort to violence against her again?

An Ge gazed nervously at the man’s enigmatic, cold face looming over the large bed. She pursed her lips, quickly threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

Her bare feet touched the carpet, her smooth, fair toes curling in tension, but in Huo Shaoyan’s eyes, it added a certain allure.

His phoenix eyes swept past her toes swiftly, before looking away.

His breathing became noticeably more labored than before. He felt that Huo Zhendong’s attempt to assault An Ge wasn’t entirely Huo Zhendong’s fault; it was this woman An Ge, with her irresistible allure, who was to blame, deserving of men’s attentions.

"Are you planning to stand there until dawn?"

The man tossed down these words and then walked out of her room.

An Ge quickly followed.

The man’s room had only a dimly lit floor lamp. It was hard to tell what kind of incense was burning in the room, but its light fragrance smelled quite pleasant.

An Ge didn’t dare to look around the man’s room too freely. She quickly made her way to his large bed with her head down.

At this moment, the man was already lying down on his bed.

An Ge proactively picked up the "Buddhist Scripture Collection" from the bedside table this time.

She flipped to the page she had been reading last night, steeled herself, and began to read to him.

At first, Huo Shaoyan did not look at her.

Last night, there was an additional presence in his room. That feeling, as if he wasn’t alone, kept him awake until morning.

Today, he had been bustling around all day, and now that it was late at night, he was genuinely tired.

However, the woman’s voice, which had been reading smoothly, suddenly let out a sharp gasp, snapping him out of the drowsiness that had just set in.

He opened his eyes, bloodshot, and turned his head to look at the woman.

Her voice returned to normal, but in the course of his gaze, he precisely spotted her injured right hand.

Not only was there a burn on the back of her hand, but there was also a faint trace of blood in her palm.

Huo Shaoyan recalled that her palm must have been cut by that piece of porcelain she clutched.

His whole being inexplicably burned with anger, losing interest in listening to the scripture being read, he said irritably, "Are you a wooden puppet?"

An Ge was startled by his sudden outburst, her eyes meeting his gaze as he sat up to look down at her. "Uh..."

"Injured and not saying anything?"

An Ge murmured quietly, "I... dared not, I was afraid you’d say I was being melodramatic."

"You cause trouble for me outside during the day and disturb the peace of the Huo Family’s inner residence at night, and there’s nothing you don’t dare?"

An Ge bit her lip and momentarily found herself at a loss for words.

Huo Shaoyan was truly exhausted, not in the mood to scold her further.

He got up to fetch the medical box and benevolently tended to her wound himself.

His actions, bandaging the wound, were exceptionally skilled; clearly, he was no novice.

An Ge was somewhat surprised by his meticulous care and couldn’t help her curiosity, "Young Master Huo, you’re so proficient. Have you studied this formally?"

"No."

Huo Shaoyan’s voice was very cold.

He had never studied it; it was simply because his entire youth was spent licking blood off the blade; the frequent encounters with gunfire taught him how to bandage wounds.

An Ge found his voice still icy, yet his demeanor was no longer as inhuman as before, showing a rare trace of warmth.

Her courage grew, and she looked at him more boldly, "Young Master Huo, do you... rarely smile? I think, if you smiled, you probably..."

The man glanced at her, "The last time I smiled, my hands were covered in blood. What, do you really want to see me smile?"

An Ge: "..."

"Get out."

An Ge hadn’t expected that the man would let her off so easily tonight, which made her mood improve a bit.

She sincerely told the man, "Young Master Huo, thank you, and good night."

Her crescent-shaped eyes appeared especially charming, even... cute.

Huo Shaoyan watched her eyes, memories flashing of a little girl who loved to braid her hair in two braids; her eyes curved in the same way when she smiled.

"If it weren’t for your eyes resembling hers, I wouldn’t show you this kindness. An Xiaoge, you should thank the lucky stars for your soulful, peach blossom eyes."

"Her?"

An Ge furrowed her brow, instinctively asking, "Who is she?"

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