Chapter 7: You're the Best

I stared at him blankly. The man's deep eyes were dark and profound, and his flawless facial features were like exquisite works of art.

He had actually done so much for me...

Perhaps I had been thinking too much before.

Seeing me in a daze, Xie Yan's fair hand held mine. His hand was cold, without a trace of warmth. "With me here from now on, you don't need to worry too much."

I felt slightly more at ease. Maybe I shouldn't have thought so much.

The car drove slowly, and drowsiness gradually came over me. There was still a distance from home, and I unconsciously fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the bed. The room was pitch - black, and everything was silent. It seemed that I was the only one left in the world.

I groped around and found my phone. As soon as the screen lit up, a message related to the psychopathic killer popped up prominently: Extremely Brutal! The psychopathic killer drained the victim's whole body of blood and then dismembered the body. The means were cruel and terrifying, completely inhumane.

Just as I was looking at this eye - catching title, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

My heart skipped a beat. I got out of bed and slowly moved towards the door. The closer I got to the door, the clearer the sound became. It was like the sound of a blade constantly rubbing against a chopping board, which was particularly harsh and abrupt in the quiet night.

A huge sense of fear enveloped me along with the sound. I didn't know when cold sweat started to break out on my forehead.

Could it be... that the psychopathic killer had already entered the house?

My heart began to beat uncontrollably, and my mind went blank.

Subconsciously, I thought that it would be great if Xie Yan was here at this moment.

The moment this thought popped up, a new question emerged. Where was Xie Yan?

Right! Send a message to Xie Yan!

My fingertips trembled, and I quickly found Xie Yan's chat box on the screen and sent him a message: Where are you?

At the same time, the message notification sound came from outside the door, and the sound of knife - sharpening stopped abruptly. A magnetic voice came from outside the door, gentle and gentlemanly. It was clearly Xie Yan.

His voice was as pleasant as ever, asking with concern, "Are you awake? I'm in the kitchen."

In an instant, those terrifying dismemberment scenes emerged vividly in my mind. I was almost on the verge of collapse. If Xie Yan was the psychopathic killer, I would hardly have a chance to escape.

However, the next second, the door was suddenly opened. Xie Yan's tall figure stood in front of me. In the darkness, I couldn't see his face or his expression clearly, but I seemed to be able to see his blood - thirsty eyes.

My body went limp, and I subconsciously slumped to the ground, looking up at him.

"Don't... don't come over." I felt my voice trembling.

He asked in his usual gentle voice, "Gu Mian, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

He squatted down and reached out his hand to me in a gentlemanly manner. "Get up! The ground is cold."

I heard that psychopathic killers were always moody, easily irritated. But he was incredibly calm.

"Why didn't you turn on the light?"

I asked cautiously, still suspicious in my heart. Although I was married to Xie Yan, in fact, I didn't really know his background.

He let out a soft snort, seemed a bit helpless, but still patiently answered me, "I was cooking dinner just now, and then there was a sudden power outage."

Was that really the case?

I gave a non - committal hum, but my mind was elsewhere. After all, I still wasn't completely at ease.

With a "click", the whole room lit up. The dazzling light shone directly into my eyes. I subconsciously wanted to cover my eyes, but his well - defined hand covered my eyes before I could. "Take it easy first."

My heart skipped a beat, and my ears involuntarily started to get hot.

After a while, he seemed to suddenly realize the meaning of my words just now. He took his hand away and his handsome face suddenly leaned close to mine. He asked me, half - angry and half - amused, "Are you overthinking again?"

Although Xie Yan didn't question me directly, I understood what he meant.

These days, I had been on tenterhooks, worried that the person

beside me was the psychopathic killer.

I remained silent, but my stomach growled first.

He smiled, didn't dwell on the previous question, and just gently stroked my head. His soft eyes had a strange magic, as if they could draw people in.

"Just in time, the power is back on. I'll cook today. I just sharpened the new knife, and it can come in handy now."

He stood up, took a long step, and walked towards the kitchen.

However, I felt a pang of panic. Could he be using the knife as an excuse to kill me?

Swallowing hard, I suddenly got up and trotted to him. With a sincere look on my face, I said, "Why don't I do it? You've been working hard helping me carry things today. Have a good rest."

"Hmm..." His thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, looking a bit surprised.

Without hesitation, I rushed into the kitchen, grabbed the sharp kitchen knife tightly in my hand.

Turning my head, I saw Xie Yan leaning against the door, looking at me with a smile in his eyes, a hint of doting. "Since my wife has spoken, I'll do as you say."

I felt a bit complicated hearing this.

Was I really overthinking? Although we hadn't known each other for long, Xie Yan had done everything perfectly. He was also very good to my parents and even handed over all his property to me for safekeeping...

Maybe I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice, and the kitchen knife cut my finger. Bright red blood oozed from the fingertip, and I cried out in pain.

Xie Yan immediately came over, his eyes fixed tightly on my finger. His gentle face rarely showed a hint of anxiety. He grabbed my hand and asked nervously, "Are you okay?"

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you do it." He lowered his head guiltily and quickly fetched a Band - Aid to put on my finger.

His attentive care warmed my heart.

He put his arm around my shoulder and led me to the sofa in the living room. Confidently, he said, "You just sit here. I'll cook."

After saying that, he plunged into the kitchen.

Looking around, I realized that while I was asleep, he had put the house in perfect order. The things brought from my parents' place were neatly arranged. The simple room had a touch of warmth, giving it a homely feel.

And he had done all of this.

I couldn't help but rub my forehead, secretly scolding myself in my heart, and also feeling a bit guilty. I had secretly put such a big charge of being a psychopathic killer on him.

I got up and went to the kitchen. Just like he did before, I leaned against the kitchen door, quietly looking at him.

The man was wearing an apron, with a strong and well - defined figure. Every move he made exuded nobility, maturity, and charm.

I was fascinated for a moment.

Where could I find such a man? I had been suspicious of him all this time. I was really... not knowing how lucky I was!

With a sense of guilt, I walked up behind him, put my arms around his waist, and acted like a little woman.

I said softly, "You're the best."

I felt his body stiffen. He stopped what he was doing, quickly turned around, and hugged me. Then he said, "I..."