<h4>Chapter 425: Treated me nice because of guilt</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    Her thoughts lead her to worry as it grew while she ced down the tray and glimpsed at the bed nearby. The beast was asleep, breathing heavily in inhibited rage. She went to him and covered a nket from waist to feet before heading to the other end of the room to open the window for better venttion.


    The spring breeze hushed as it sneaked into the room curiously with the grooving curtains.


    Under better lighting she scanned the table next to the bed where cigarette butts and empty wine bottles were scattered. She grasped her cors in sympathy and agony for this man with a broken heart.


    She walked back to the bed, bent down, “Huo Yunting, are you awake?”


    The man rolled to the other side.


    Lu Zhaoyang sighed, taking it as him saying, “No, I’m not. Go away.” She pulled the nket over his body, “Well, sleep a bit longer then.” She began cleaning up his room, every bottle was picked with extreme caution, every step was made under her watch, fearing that a single careless mistake would disturb her man.


    After throwing the rubbish away, she walked back to the bed as the man suddenly got up from his bed and headed straight into the bathroom with the bathrobe on the rack.


    Lu Zhaoyang, being ignored as he passed by, asked, “Are you having the food here or downstairs?”


    There was no response from the man.


    “Okay then. I’ll assume that you’re muted and do things my way,” she mumbled as she started tidying up the bed as well.


    <i>Doing something for him with my own hands is still better than doing nothing at all in a situation like this. </i>


    Her little mumbo jumbo was overheard by the man who held his step inside the bathroom.


    <i>You’ve already gotten annoyed just because I went straight for the shower without responding to you? </i>


    <i>I knew it. You only treated me nice out of guilt. </i>


    Little did Lu Zhaoyang know about the thought of her man back then as she took the tray of cold food downstairs and asked the maids to cook him another breakfast.


    A few momentster, Huo Yunting, with only a towel at his waist, exited the bathroom in grace. Droplets of water rolled down the slopes on his charming lines, with him waving his wet hair above his toned body.


    Very seductive, if you ask me.


    Our female protagonist approved it too.


    “What’s wrong?” Said Huo Yunting, with a side-look at Lu Zhaoyang who stumbled upon the sight.


    “N-nothing—Just felt that you look exceptionally hot today. Do you need to dry your hair?” Lu Zhaoyang could not hold back herpliment for some reason. It just escaped her mouth easily.


    <i>I mean, Jesus, does this dude just walk out of the bathroom with his beautiful body soaked in hot water and ask me “What’s wrong?” as if nothing?</i>


    Huo Yunting took a hairdryer and passed her, “Do it fast.”


    “Are you avable?”


    “I think you’re talking a little too muchtely.”


    “...”


    <i>Well, why else? I was trying to cheer you up? Do I stay quiet the whole time here?</i>


    Compared to his indifference, she missed those michiefs and jokes her man pulled off from time to time.


    Her slender fingers fit through the gap of his hair, as the warm wind enveloped his head.


    “Your hair is getting pretty long, do you need a trim?”


    “No thanks.”


    That reply sent Lu Zhaoyang into her imagination out of the blue.


    <i>Did he intend to keep his hair to a certain length?</i>


    <i>If he has long hair, wow—that’ll be—more...seductive.</i>


    And she could not help but snicker imagining Huo Yunting having long hair wearing a dress.


    “?” Huo Yunting nced at her brief smile in bewilderment through the mirror.


    <i>You’re just drying my hair, do you need to be so happy? I’ve never seen you smiling even during the moment I gave you that pendant. </i>


    <i>Don’t tell me you women are really into the SadoMaso stuff... </i>


    Once the hair was dried, Lu Zhaoyang picked theb and began brushing his hair. Looking into the mirror, she was satisfied with hertest masterpiece, especially when the model looked so gorgeous from the very beginning.


    “Do you want to eat or get yourself changed first?”


    “Food.”


    “Okay!”


    Lu Zhaoyang was like an active and outgoing little junior talking to her senior for the next hour as they had their breakfast.


    She followed him everywhere after he changed his attire.