Lying down for a while, I suddenly felt strangely empty.
Thinking about Kinh Uyen... my heart ached again.
He was clearly the one who bullied me first.
And yet... why is he still so cold as if he didn't care?
"Can't you be gentle at all... you bad guy..."
I was still curled up with a bunch of confusing thoughts in my head when...
Cạch...
The door opened neither fast nor slow...
I was startled and turned around, thinking to myself: "Could it be..."
As expected... it was Kinh Uyen.
Because I was still sad and a little hurt that came from nowhere, I jumped up and said, my voice a bit loud but still stuttering:
"You...what are you doing, just entering my room without permission? You...don't you know how to knock?!"
Kinh Uyen looked at me. His eyes were as cold as the surface of a dark lake.
"I am your servant."
His voice was calm, but his face was expressionless to the point of being hateful.
I was stunned for a moment when I heard that…
"Well… that's true…"
But thinking deeper, I suddenly felt something was wrong and said:
"But… what servant would be so physical as you?!"
As soon as the words echoed throughout the room, I saw Kinh Uyen pause for a second.
Then he… sneered.
"Young master, you said that…"
'Kích'
He reached out to lock the door.
I was a little startled when I saw that, I took a step back and stammered that the majestic appearance just now seemed to have been blown away by the wind:
"You… what are you doing…?"
His smile became even more dangerous.
"You are making me more and more curious."
He took a step forward.
I took a step back.
But before I could avoid it, his hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his embrace, the other hand hugged my waist, gently rubbing it…
"Um…"
I let out a soft moan out of reflex.
King Yuan bent down, his voice low and hoarse, close to my ear:
"Tell me… young master. Since when did you not avoid a servant touching you? And even cover up?"
That sentence made me freeze.
But before I could say anything, he continued:
"You… are not the same as before."
His breath brushed past my shoulder as he whispered:
"The way you talk, the way you treat servants, and that generous attitude… it's so different from the way you were before…"
I was stunned, my pupils slightly constricted, my face a little panicked, but I couldn't keep calm, thinking to myself:
"Could it be… Jing Yuan, he used to know Gu Yunxiang before…?"
My thoughts were in turmoil.
Kinh Uyen looked at my expression, his lips curled dangerously, he thought to himself:
"Oh, it seems I guessed right."
At that moment...
Knock knock.
I jumped.
My mother called from outside:
"A Tuong? Why are you in your room all the time? Do you want to go shopping with me?"
I looked at Kinh Uyen, who was still hugging me in an ambiguous position and refused to let go.
Kinh Uyen leaned close to my ear, his voice low so only I could hear:
"Young master... you know how to answer, right?"
I frowned at him, but I could only open my mouth and say out loud:
"I... I'm fine... I'm a little tired today, I guess... I won't go anywhere."
My mother's voice was a little worried as she asked:
"Are you too tired? Should I call the doctor?"
"No... no need!" I answered immediately.
After a while, under my insistence, she had to compromise and sighed softly, saying:
"Then remember to rest."
I answered immediately, although it seemed like I still couldn't get used to it: "Yes…yes."
When the footsteps faded away, I breathed a sigh of relief…
I turned to look at Kinh Uyen and said:
"Can you…can you let me go first?"
He was silent for a moment before letting go. But his eyes were deep as if he wanted to see through me.
"Young master."
He asked slowly, clearly, each word:
"…So who are you?"