The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

On a sunny weekend in the bustling city, Stantelish and Xie Xuan'an came to the steep and challenging rock climbing site in the suburbs together.

There are green trees all around, and the breeze gently blows the leaves, making rustling sounds.

Stantelish stood at the foot of the rock wall, looking up at the towering mountain. His blue eyes were full of confidence and eagerness, as if the mountain was just a game waiting to be conquered.

His thick blond hair looked like dazzling golden threads in the sun, and his fair skin and high nose bridge made him look even more handsome.

He turned his head to look at Xie Xuan'an beside him. Xie Xuan'an had clear eyes, thick black hair, and fair skin. His figure was slightly thinner than that of Stantelish, but he also had a good figure.

He smiled and said, "Are you ready for the challenge?" Xie Xuan'an looked at the almost vertical rock wall, a hint of imperceptible fear flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He bit his lip and nodded heavily.

Stantelish stretched his arms and legs and did a few simple warm-up exercises. Then, like an agile cheetah, he instantly grabbed the rock and began his climbing journey.

His movements were skillful and smooth, and every stretch and step was precise and powerful. He soon left Xie Xuan far behind. He looked back from time to time and shouted, "Come on, Xie Xuan!" Xie Xuan raised his head and met Stantelish's eyes, instantly filled with strength.

In his luxurious and spacious office, Stantelish was racking his brains over a crucial business decision.

He sat in front of the expensive solid wood desk, his brows furrowed, and the pen in his hand kept writing and drawing on the paper, as if he was engaged in a fierce battle with those complicated data and plans.

At this moment, Xie Xuan'an's casual words echoed in his mind, causing him to fall into a brief contemplation.

The camera switches to the home's beautifully decorated, art-filled study, where Stantelish stumbles upon a strange arrangement of fingerprints on some valuable antiques.

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, and a feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart like a tide. He called Xie Xuan'an over, his eyes stern as if they were about to spit fire.

He asked, "What's going on?" Xie Xuan'an's eyes dodged, like a frightened deer, and he stammered, "Sir, I don't know either."

On the other side, in a garden filled with the fragrance of flowers, a lively party was taking place.

Xie Xuanan hid behind the lush flowers, secretly observing the laughter of Stentlish's friends at the party. At this time, Stentlish turned his head inadvertently and glanced at the flowers.

Xie Xuanan lowered his head hastily, his heart beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. When Stantelish's eyes moved away, Xie Xuanan breathed a sigh of relief.

But he accidentally made a little noise. Stentlish turned his head alertly and walked towards the flowers with firm and fast steps.

Xie Xuan'an was so nervous that he was at a loss. Just as Stantelish was about to approach, Xie Xuan'an was suddenly tripped by a branch.

Stantelish was quick to reach out and hold him, saying, "Be careful!" The moment their hands touched, it seemed as if a strange electric current flashed.

Immediately afterwards, in the long and silent corridor of the mansion, a carved window that was originally tightly closed opened slightly after Xie Xuan'an passed by.

A gentle breeze blew in through the gap, blowing the gauze curtains by the window. The gauze curtains swayed in the air like a mysterious dancer.

Stantelish happened to pass by and saw this scene. Doubts in his heart instantly filled his heart like a dark cloud.

The scene shifts to the living room, where Stantelish is chatting and laughing with an important guest.

Suddenly, he discovered that Xie Xuan'an's tone of voice and walking posture were somewhat similar to his own.

After the guests left, he called Xie Xuan'an aside and said dissatisfiedly: "Watch your words and actions." Xie Xuan'an's face instantly showed a panic expression.

Suddenly, on a quiet and warm afternoon, Stantlisch took out the violin that had not been touched for a long time from the storage room.

The sun shines through the window onto the piano, casting a warm glow. The melodious melody flows from the strings, filling the entire room, as if telling a touching story.

At this time, Xie Xuanan was listening silently, his eyes revealing admiration and yearning, as if he was immersed in a wonderful dream. Stentlish noticed his expression,

He smiled and said, "Come and try it?" Xie Xuan'an hesitated for a moment, then walked forward and took the violin.

Under the guidance of Stantelish, Xie Xuan'an tried to pull the strings.

At this moment, in a remote corner of a room that few people visit,

Stentlish found Xie Xuan's handkerchief and key chain. His face instantly became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and he walked quickly towards Xie Xuan's room.

Xie Xuan was sorting out his clothes in his room when he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps, the sound was like the beating of war drums. He looked up,

Seeing Stantelish approaching step by step, his face became gloomy and his eyes seemed to be spewing fire.

He could not help but slowly back away, his body trembling slightly, until he reached the bedside.

He had to stop, like a trapped animal cornered. Stentlish walked up to him and asked angrily, "What's going on?"

And in some unknown late nights, Xie Xuan'an would hide in the room, turn on his mobile phone, and read e-books on psychology.

His eyes were focused and deep, as if he was looking for a ray of light in the darkness.

Stentlish was in a state of extreme contradiction. On the one hand, he was full of suspicion and vigilance towards Xie Xuan'an's various suspicious behaviors.

Every question was like a sharp thorn, piercing his heart; on the other hand, Xie Xuan'an's meticulous care for a long time made it difficult for him to let go.

Those warm pictures kept appearing in his mind like a warm fire. He kept asking himself what choice to make, as if he was wandering in a dark maze and couldn't find the exit.

For Xie Xuan, the pain of hiding the secret was like a heavy yoke that made him breathless. Every time he faced Stantelish's suspicion,

His heart was full of struggles. On the one hand, he was afraid of being exposed, and on the other hand, he longed to get what was in his heart. It was like walking on the edge of a cliff. If he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss.

He kept practicing his facial expressions in a secret corner.

The entire mansion seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog. The surrounding environment was sometimes so quiet that it was heart-pounding, and sometimes the tranquility was broken by the branches and curtains blown by the wind.

From the beautiful flowers blooming in the garden to the old books in the study, every corner seems to hide secrets, and every object seems to be silently telling an unknown story.

And he was sinking deeper and deeper into this vortex of suspense, not knowing when he would be able to find a way out.