Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

Hmm!

“So, you’re not going to argue anymore?” Shen Wan quirked her lips, curling them into a mocking smile, as if to say, “Give it up, I know exactly what kind of person you are.”

“Yes, I admit that Seventh Brother’s incident was handled poorly. But I’ve already apologized to you. How can you call it questioning?”

“Oh. Then who walked in and asked, ‘Why did you tie up Seventh Lord?’”

H H

“Your immediate reaction was about Seventh Lord being tied up, not why he was tied up. Do bandits always think and speak with a bandit’s mentality?”

Quan Ranting was being called a “bandit” for the first time, and how did it feel? A bit novel, a bit thrilling, and perhaps… a little secretly pleased with the provocation?

In any case, it was a complex mix of emotions.

“I’m not a bandit,” he suddenly said.

Shen Wan sneered. “Bandits never admit they’re one.”

Quan Ranting shook his head as if possessed by some strange impulse. “Because the bandits are still missing a camp-queen.”

“…” Shen Wan’s eyes flickered.

“What are you avoiding?” he chuckled.

“I’m not avoiding anything!” she retorted sharply.

“Your gaze.”

H H

“Listen, girl, look at me.”

She stubbornly refused, her eyes darting around, refusing to give him a direct look.

Quan Ranting reached out and gently held her chin, slowly drawing closer. Their noses were almost touching, and their breaths mingled.

Shen Wan’s heart skipped a beat, forced to peer into the depths of the man’s dark and profound eyes.

In them, she saw her reflection, and his gaze was so focused and sincere that Shen Wan almost believed she was his entire world.

With his attractive appearance, captivating eyes, and prestigious status that drew countless admirers, Quan Ranting possessed the kind of charm that could easily sway any woman. Shen Wan didn’t deny that she felt a slight attraction, especially since he was her first man.

But these factors weren’t enough to make her take that step.

Some say that sex is the exchange of bodies, while love is the connection of hearts. She had died once, and her body, while important, wasn’t as significant as her heart. She had to be cautious and careful in guarding it, perhaps never willing to give it away easily in this lifetime.

Since she was destined not to respond, she decided to take control from the beginning.

The flicker of desire in her eyes gradually faded, until it was completely gone, leaving behind only indifference. Quan Ranting could see it clearly. Her heart seemed to sink into an icy abyss, not just cold but bone-chilling.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he released her, withdrew his hand, and let it hang by his side. Suddenly, he flashed a faint smile, and his dark pupils exuded a wild and wicked allure. His entire being radiated an indescribable sensuality.

“You have a heart of stone.”

After saying that, he walked away with long strides.

Shen Wan stood in place, watching the man’s retreating figure, still proud even in defeat. She furrowed her brow slowly, as if in doubt or inner turmoil.

After a while, a barely audible sigh drifted through the air. “This might be for the best…”

Hearts cold as ice, with no intention of love. That night at the Hot Spring Villa should not have become an excuse for their entanglement.

Unexpected circumstances were just as they were. Although they had veered off course, they would eventually find their way back to the right path..