Whispers to the Soul: Surrendering to Love Snare
Chapter 52 Learning to Live Like An Nan (2)

Chapter 52: Chapter 52 Learning to Live Like An Nan (2)

"I don’t have a girlfriend."

"Then do you have a wife?"

Lin Mubai choked for a moment, almost rolling his eyes.

The tone that followed, besides a slight annoyance, was more helpless: "Rest assured, I don’t have a girlfriend, no wife, not even someone I’m ambiguous with."

This explanation directly stunned An Nan, and for some reason, her face suddenly felt hot. To cover up her awkwardness, she blurted out, "Why are you telling me this? It’s none of my business. Hurry up and finish, hurry and leave, it’s late."

Clearly rushing him, Lin Mubai was certainly no fool and would understand. But he could continue pretending not to understand, acting as if he didn’t hear anything.

"I’ll leave once I’ve finished drinking."

"Alright, then drink slowly, and please close the door for me when you leave. I’m going to sleep first."

After saying this, she didn’t wait for the other to respond and fled into the room.

Leaning against the door, she still felt her face was hot. She was sure her face must be flushed red and wondered if that man noticed.

She vigorously rubbed her face, quietly swearing, "Damn it, so annoying."

Then she found her pajamas from the cabinet and entered the bathroom, happily soaking in a bath, completely forgetting about the person in the living room.

As for Young Master Lin in the living room, he happily finished his tea, came to the room door, heard the sounds of water from inside, and couldn’t help shaking his head. Truly a defenseless little woman with a big man still in the living room, yet she’s happily taking a bath inside.

Lowering his head to look at a certain part of his own body, he knew he couldn’t stay any longer, or else he would turn into a wolf, break into the room, and clean up that little woman again.

He looked around the living room, his gaze falling back on the door, secretly hoping he could enter the room next. The living room was already so uniquely arranged; what about inside the room? What would it be like?

When one day Lin Mubai stepped into this room, he truly understood the meaning of shock. It was then he realized that all this artistic handiwork was crafted by the one he loved, which was the true awe, shock, admiration...

Before leaving, Lin Mubai didn’t forget to wash the cups and put them back in the kitchen, checking the windows and utilities before finally leaving.

Emerging from the bathroom, she found the living room empty, leaning against the doorframe, feeling an inexplicable emptiness inside.

What exactly is wrong with me?

There’s a feeling of loneliness, has it truly been too long alone?

Under the dim light, An Nan lost her calm demeanor, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. The next moment, she shook her head vigorously, unwilling to let herself think more.

"Forget it, better stay away from that young man, truly a demon."

She was aware her heart had begun to escape her control, and to prevent this from worsening, this situation must be stopped—the only way was to never entangle with that young man again.

Young at age, but quite skilled at bewitching people, a demon, a demon indeed, truly a demon.

To the man An Nan had labeled a demon in her heart, upon leaving, Lin Mubai had just returned to his car downstairs when he received a call from his good brother Xi Shaoqi.