The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

"Would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?" Nan Zhiyi covered his face with his hands and coughed twice.

With a sickly blush on her pale face, she walked ahead like a willow in the wind, opened the door of the villa, and raised her hand to make a gesture of invitation.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, and walked forward with a worried look on her face, wanting to help him, but he dodged her without leaving a trace.

He pouted angrily and said coquettishly, "Brother Nanxia."

"I'm infected with the disease, Master Mo should not have direct contact with me.

Lest I get contaminated, I won’t be able to explain to the Prime Minister of the Cabinet.” Nan Zhiyi said, walking leisurely in front to lead the way.

Mo Yu looked at her slender and strong hands, put them away, took a few quick steps and walked side by side with him, the smile on her face a little stiff.

She spoke dejectedly, "Brother Nanxia, ​​we haven't seen each other for many years. Why are you still so distant from me? I remember you were full of vigor and vitality before, but why are you so sick and weak now..."

Nan Zhiyi pushed open the door of the conference room with a forced smile, raised his head slightly to signal the person in the dark, then closed the door considerately and sat down by the window.

"We have all grown up and have our own lives. It is normal to change."

Nan Zhiyi raised her hand and poured herself a cup of tea, then pointed to the drink beside her, "By the way, would you like tea or coffee?"

"Coffee bar. I'm used to being outside, so I like this little thing."

Mo Yu looked around like a curious baby. His eyes swept past the place where the shadow guard was hiding, paused for a second, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

Ying Shiyi looked at him thoughtfully, a little absent-minded. He felt so familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Nan Zhiyi raised her eyes and pretended not to see it. She pushed the poured coffee in front of him and signaled the waiter next to her to bring some snacks.

"I wonder if you are doing well abroad?"

"It's pretty good, but it's a pity that the food in Rock Empire is not as delicious as the food in my hometown. I often complain about it."

Mo Yu smiled shyly, took the coffee, took a small sip, and licked the coffee stains at the corner of her mouth.

Looking at the pastries that the messenger had just brought to the table, his eyes sparkled. He took a small bite and tasted it, revealing an expression of enjoyment.

Seeing Nan Zhiyi looking at him, he stuffed it all in like a little hamster, chewed it, looked up with a flattering smile, and looked at him pitifully with his face in his hands, expectantly.

"Brother Nanxia, ​​the cakes here are really delicious. I wonder if I can stay at your place for a few days?

You know of other places where the food is not as good as yours, and the environment is not as good as here, okay?"

Nan Zhiyi played with the teacup, watched his performance with a faint smile, and decisively refused.

"No, this is where Aye and I live, and I don't want a third person to be here."

"But... I have a room at Mingyuxuan. If you don't mind, you can stay there. There's a restaurant downstairs."

When Mo Yu heard his refusal, her expression darkened visibly. She stared blankly at the coffee, and showed no interest in other things he talked about.

"Forget it, I've tried all the food there, and it's nothing good."

"It's getting late, I'll go back first. I look forward to our next meeting."

Mo Yu said this dejectedly, stood up, bowed to Nan Zhiyi, and left quickly.

Nan Zhiyi put down the still scalding hot teacup and stirred it thoughtfully.

He was trying to get close to me and play the emotional card. He came in, sat for a while and then left. What was his plan?

Is there any treasure in my villa that makes him salivate?

Nan Zhiyi, who was confused, stood up, coughed a few times, and pulled his cloak closer. He felt dizzy and began to feel sleepy again due to exhaustion.

He took his clothes and walked slowly towards the bathroom. He opened the door and it was a little cool inside, as if there was a faint scent of winter snow.

He just felt a pain in his head, his eyes went dark, and he lost consciousness.

At this moment, Lin Ye came back from outside with an excited look on his face. He searched the whole hall for him but couldn't find him. He grabbed a waiter and asked him, "Where's Yi?"

"Reporting to the Marshal, the young master feels a little unwell and goes upstairs to rest first." The waiter looked at his cold face and low mood, and spoke tremblingly.

As soon as he loosened his grip, he ran away without a trace.

After hearing this, Lin Ye tiptoed upstairs.

Ayi's ears are very sensitive, so I can't wake him up, or he will get angry with me again. He thought carefully and moved towards the room.

I saw that the door of the room was ajar, and a slightly warm yellow light was shining from inside. If I got close, I could even hear the sound of water coming from the bathroom.

His eyes lit up, he swallowed, and it was unknown what he was thinking about. His ears turned red with embarrassment. He took off his shoes and moved towards the bathroom more carefully.

Through the frosted glass, you can vaguely see a figure swaying under the shower head. He has long black hair, broad shoulders, a narrow waist and long legs.

"Aye, you're back, come in quickly." The gentle voice seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

Lin Ye sniffed the lingering pheromone scent in the air suspiciously, which brought with it a slight chill of winter snow.

Some nasty guy was here.

He looked around vigilantly, but found nothing unusual. He opened the bathroom door, jumped away, and looked inside cautiously.

He saw a white and delicate arm stretching out from inside, grabbing him and leading him inside.

A pair of slender hands, slightly red from the heat, climbed up to him from behind, stroked his Adam's apple ambiguously, and whispered softly in his ear.

"Aye, why don't you come in? You kept me waiting."

Lin Ye got goosebumps all over his body, grabbed his arm and twisted it, pressing him against the glass door.

"Nanxia Zhiyi, you bastard, what are you playing at again?"

Nan Zhiyi bit her lower lip, looked up at him in confusion, drops of water slid down the corners of her beautiful eyes, she looked like she was about to cry, very lovable.

The hot water flowed across her cheeks, tinting her face with a faint blush, like a lotus flower blooming in the dew in early spring.

Water droplets dripped onto the ground along the tips of the flowers, creating a mist that streaked across the straight branches and disappeared under the pool.

There is a vague and shadowy figure.

"Aye, what's wrong with you? Did I make you angry again? You said I would change."

"Fuck, stop using that face to do such disgusting things." Lin Ye couldn't bear it anymore, and angrily punched the man in the face, shouting in frustration.

The man reached out and touched his fist, rubbing it, sliding his hand along his palm, tilting his head slightly and looking at him in confusion.

"Aye, don't you think I'm beautiful now?"

As the man spoke, he looked down at his reflection in the water with a look of self-pity and stroked his face obsessively.