Chu Yao was telling the truth. She didn't know when it started, but she just wasn't used to having people around her. It made her feel unsafe—extremely unsafe.
She remembered a time when her school organized a trip. There was a problem with the hotel booking, and Chu Yao had to share a king-sized bed with another girl.
The bed was huge, and both girls were slim, so there was more than enough room. But that night, Chu Yao ended up spending the entire night sitting in a nearby chair.
But now, as if he hadn't heard a word she said, Lu Xize took the things he'd bought out of the bag and walked straight into the bedroom.
Chu Yao panicked. She wasn't being shy, and she wasn't joking. She was serious.
"Hey..."
Chu Yao called out, about to say more, when she suddenly heard the man's lazy, indifferent voice, tinged with a hint of amusement. "From now on, I'm not a person."
"I..."
