Ling Fan bent down to pick up Yun Fei, who was seated in the passenger seat. Previously, he hadn't felt much, but now, with just the two of them, he suddenly felt surrounded by a fragrant warmth, the scent of her elegant perfume filling his nostrils.
Yun Fei wrapped her arms around Ling Fan's neck, thinking of the conversation they had at Yun Xuan's entrance. From now on, she would be Ling Fan's woman. Feeling the warmth coming from his body, her heart began to flutter uncontrollably.
Ling Fan had no idea that the misunderstanding was deepening. He carried Yun Fei into the villa.
"Is it just you living here?" Ling Fan asked as he looked around the empty hall with curiosity.
"Mm, I like the peace and quiet. There's a housekeeper, but she asked for a couple of days off," Yun Fei explained.
Ling Fan nodded, placed her on the sofa, and went to find a piece of clothing and a first aid kit.
"Will the wound on my face leave a scar?" Yun Fei looked at Ling Fan and asked anxiously.