Chapter 173

pinions, but carelessly wrote "Fu Yan" at the end.He frowned, gripping the pen and scribbling out the two characters. With a single stroke, the tip pierced through the thin paper in an instant.The man...In the boundless darkness, clear sounds entered Huo Mingzheng's ears.

"Let me go..."

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When Fu Yan woke up the next day, the sky was already completely bright. A gap had been opened in the curtains, and the sunlight was very bright; it must have been noon.

She got out of the big bed and looked at the loose silk pajamas she was wearing. She recalled the events that had happened before she went to sleep last night.

This is Huo Mingzheng's territory; under his very nose, she had nowhere to hide. Locking her door before bed last night now seemed like overkill.

>The good thing is that she felt dry and there was nothing else unusual about her.

Huo Mingzheng wouldn't be so beastly as to take advantage of her while she was asleep.

I feel much better after a good night's sleep. The dizziness is almost gone, except for a slight nausea that I sometimes feel. Other than that, it's pretty normal.

She lifted the covers to get out of bed, but as soon as she did, her hand froze.

Right beside her, the warmth of the blankets still lingered, the silk sheets undisturbed. But she could tell at a glance that someone had lain there before.

He just lay beside her.

She subconsciously looked at the pillow, there was a single black short hair.

Huo Mingzheng's bedding is changed daily, and there is no hair left over from before.

So last night, Huo Mingzheng slept a whole night with her without touching her

Fu Yan shook her head, no longer dwelling on the thoughts. Perhaps she had overthought it, coincidences happen all the time in the world. Maybe it was just her imagination playing tricks on her. Or maybe she tossed and turned in her sleep, leaving a residual warmth under the blanket.

She got up and searched everywhere for her phone. After looking around, she remembered that her phone had fallen to the ground last night. Cao Fang picked it up and gave it to Huo Mingzheng. After that, Huo Mingzheng didn't return the phone to her.

The phone is still in his hand.

She slumped onto the sofa, defeated. Huo Mingzheng wouldn't give her his phone, he didn't want her to contact Jilin. Once Jilin knew she was here with Huo Mingzheng, he would definitely try every means to "rescue" her.

He knew well about her relationship with Ji Lin and that she would contact him first if anything happened to her.

Fu Yan looked at the loose pajamas she was wearing. She pulled up the collar that had slipped off her shoulders. With a big movement, she could easily expose her spring light. She remembered that Huo Mingzheng's walk-in closet had some of her clothes.

Before this, Huo Mingzheng had someone prepare a few sets. She wore them here last time and she also remembered there were a few autumn and winter outfits in the closet.

Although it's not the season for this kind of clothing, at least it's better than the pajamas I'm wearing that are constantly exposing me.

Huo Mingzheng's wardrobe was all black, white and gray, with a whole wall of suits. The other side held coats and jackets, with a small section that used to hold her clothes.

When she opened the closet door, she found several sets of clothes hanging inside, mostly winter wear. There were dresses, coats, sweaters, and undergarments.

And she remembered that those few autumn and spring outfits were gone.

She grabbed a random bra, flipped open the tag, and discovered it wasn't her size.

This code number...

The dressing mirror reflected Fu Yan's momentary stunned expression, her hands and feet at a loss.

Her hands trembled in her panic.

Li Qin is about the same height as her, but she is a little thinner. Her chest isn't as full as hers and should be two sizes smaller.

The underwear landed on the ground, it was exactly the size shown on the tag.

Fu Yan looked at it, as if her eyes were stung, and her vision blurred instantly.Fu Yan didn't even change the signature at the end; it was still hers.Xiaxia propped her chin with both hands, smiling. She couldn't help but think that Fu Yan was becoming more and more beautiful. No...