Bei Yinyao sat on the ground catching her breath, then gritted her teeth, stood up, and helped Yang Luo to his feet. | She'd take a few steps, stop to rest there, and eventually just took off her high heels and walked barefoot. Luckily, her house was a villa with the door opening straight into the living room. It was only about twenty meters, but it took her over ten minutes to get Yang Luo to the living room sofa.
She plopped down too, and looked at Yang Luo's sleeping face, which was just like a child's. A trace of a smile appeared on her cold face. "Just what kind of person are you？" She stared blankly at Yang Luo for a moment, then reached out and took off his clothes. When she saw the countless scars on Yang Luo's body, her heart began to tremble. She reached out a trembling hand and gently touched them. "You must have a lot of stories on your body."
As if sensing something, Yang Luo stirred slightly. Bei Yinyao jumped up like a startled rabbit. Only when she saw that Yang Luo hadn't woken up did she breathe a sigh of relief, her face slowly turning red. In all her life, other than her father, she had never been this close to a man, especially when he was naked from the waist up.
Bei Yinyao went to the bathroom, got a wet towel, and came back to gently wipe Yang Luo's body. When she turned him over to wipe his back, she saw a pistol stuck in his belt. She reached out to take the gun out, but the moment her hand touched it, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong, powerful hand, and at the same time, the dark muzzle of the gun was pressed against her head. "Who are you？" His voice was cold and completely devoid of emotion.
Bei Yinyao's face instantly turned pale, and she said in a trembling voice, “I... I’m the person you saved at the bank today.” As if sensing there was no danger, Yang Luo lay back down on the sofa, snoring soundly, and the gun in his hand fell to the floor.
It took Bei Yinyao a long moment to snap out of it. “What exactly has he been through？ So many scars on his body, and he can stay that alert even in such deep sleep. Not a soldier, not a cop, yet he legally owns a gun—he really is a man like a mystery.”
With that thought, she continued wiping down Yang Luo’s body. When she finished washing his upper half, she hesitated for a moment, then blushed and still pulled off his pants. Seeing Yang Luo in nothing but his boxers, her face grew redder, and with trembling hands, she dabbed gently bit by bit.
Finally done cleaning Yang Luo’s body, she breathed a sigh of relief, then found a blanket and covered him with it. She picked up Yang Luo’s clothes, rummaged through the pockets, and pulled out the contents. Besides a dozen or so yuan, there was a small green booklet—no need to look, it must be the gun permit. She picked up the gun from the floor and placed it along with the permit on the coffee table, then took the clothes outside to wash.
Only after she had washed, dried, folded the clothes, and set them on the coffee table did she realize her own body was soaked through with sweat, the clothes sticking unpleasantly to her skin. After resting a bit, she stood up, walked into the bathroom, and took a shower. When she came out, if Yang Luo had been awake, he would definitely have feasted his eyes and exclaimed, ‘Top-tier!’
Bei Yinyao was wrapped in a towel, her snow-white skin, slender shoulders, and smooth, long legs full of elasticity with a faint sheen. The two jade peaks on her chest seemed ready to burst free from their binding. The two raised points atop the jade peaks were especially eye-catching.
Walking over to Yang Luo, she helped him up and led him to her room. The touch of his skin against hers made her heart tremble slightly, her normally fair skin flushing a soft pink. She laid Yang Luo down on the bed, covered him with a blanket, and walked out. Lying on the sofa, she glanced at the time—it was already two in the morning—but she felt no trace of sleepiness, only drifting off into a daze as dawn approached.