Wang Qianjin prepared another glass of water. This time, he poured hot water before adding a bit of cold water and gave it to Yun Bixue'.
Looking at the glass of warm water in her hands, Yun Bixue felt a little guilty. She thought that she would be able to get him to chase her away if she angered him.
From the windows, she could see that this villa was nearer to the countryside. With guards patrolling outside, it would be hard for her to escape alone, so she came up with this plan—it would be best to get Wang Qianjin to chase her out on his own accord.
She truly missed Xie Limo and their everyday interactions. No matter how she acted, he would still adore her and treat her gently. That place was her home, where she was the most comfortable. As for this villa, it was too foreign, and every cell within her was ill at ease.
Wang Qianjin's intoxicating eyes flickered as he looked at Yun Bixue, who was quietly sipping her water.
