A stunningly beautiful face pressed against hers, followed by cool lips that lingered and kissed her tenderly.
For a moment, An Xin's reason short-circuited, and it took her a while to react before her face darkened: "What are you doing so early in the morning!?"
"I'll kiss you." Yan Zhen said it as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and then pulled out a piece of clothing and put it on An Xin.
An Xin's face darkened further: "Do you take me for a child?!" As she spoke, she grabbed the clothes and tried to put them on herself, but the clothes were complicated and a bit tricky.
Yan Zhen smiled and touched her forehead, saying, "You really do look like a child when you sleep!"
An Xin paused abruptly, her expression turning sour. "You were here all night?" she asked. Perhaps she was too tired; she fell asleep as soon as she got into bed. She was usually a very alert sleeper, but for some reason, she slept so soundly last night.
Yan Zhen laughed and said, "Otherwise what? We agreed to sleep together!"
An Xin: "..." Did I say that? Who agreed to it!
"The seawater arrived in the capital today. I might be a bit busy these next few days and will be back late tonight," Yan Zhen said, her eyes flashing as she looked at An Xin.
An Xin didn't even look up, saying casually, "You don't have to come back."
Yan Zhen paused for a moment and then said, "Okay."
An Xin's heart stirred inexplicably. She looked at Yan Zhen again, but then looked away and gazed out the window, lost in thought.
An Xin took another sip of tea and said, "I have something to do outside. Let's go together."
Yan Zhen turned around and said, "Eat something first."
An Xin, unusually cooperative, gave a soft "hmm".
Perhaps she was too sensitive, but she always felt that Yan Zhen seemed a little strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange. When she looked up, she saw that he still had a smile on his face, but when she looked into his eyes, she felt that something was not quite right.
Yan Zhen basically doesn't eat because of anorexia. Normally, An Xin would definitely force him to eat, but today he doesn't eat, so she doesn't say anything. The atmosphere between the two is a bit strange.
An Xin ate her meal without any enjoyment. After the meal, Yan Zhen left. An Xin wanted to turn around and walk away, but she paused and turned back to look at Yan Zhen.
To be honest, she had never looked at Yan Zhen from afar with such inexplicable emotion. His unparalleled beauty was nothing more than a shell in her eyes, but now, looking at him from a distance, she felt that even the way he walked was extremely beautiful.
An Xin watched him walk across the street and stop abruptly at the corner. Then, it seemed as if someone rushed into his arms. From An Xin's angle, she couldn't see the person's face, but she clearly saw that it was a woman's hand, white as snow, encircling Yan Zhen's neck...
A woman's hands... At that moment, An Xin's heart was suddenly bitten by something.
It's getting late, I've had a long day, sorry girls.
Chapter Eighty Old Friends
Yan Zhen really didn't come for the next few days. Habits are a terrible thing. Once they're formed, trying to change them is like cutting flesh with a knife. An Xin was the only one who got used to it, but then there was someone else, always around her, occasionally bickering with her, always leaving her speechless. Eventually, it became a habit. Suddenly not seeing him felt like her heart was stuffed with cotton, tasteless and choking!
When An Xin went out, she would occasionally think of the hand that had wrapped around Yan Zhen's neck. She didn't want to think about it, but her thoughts still kept drifting back. Yan Zhen was arrogant and haughty, always holding himself in a very high position, making people feel inferior in his presence and subconsciously submit. An Xin had heard a lot of rumors about him, but she rarely saw him talk to other women. Even with Ming Jiao, she hadn't felt a ripple in her heart at the time.
She is a rational person who never acts on emotion. Even in the face of contradictions, she can deduce the truth with a little guessing. All conspiracies and tricks are child's play in front of her.
But what if it's not a conspiracy? What if it's naked reality? When the truth is right in front of her, and all her reasoning becomes useless, what will she do?
The Empress Dowager once said that Yan Zhen's fiancée and mother were murdered and cruelly boiled, and Yan Zhen was forced to eat them. His anorexia today is probably due to that tragedy. But An Xin has a feeling that those hands seem to belong to none other than Yan Zhen's former "dead" fiancée...
An Xin suddenly felt a headache coming on. What would happen if Yan Zhen's fiancée came back?
Nothing much will happen. She might just lose one annoying person who's always getting on her nerves. Other than that, nothing much will happen...
An Xin slammed the door shut. Despite the fine weather, her mood was clouded with gloom.
"An Xin!?" A surprised and uncertain voice suddenly came. An Xin was startled and turned around. Behind her stood a handsome young man with bright eyes, though he looked slightly thin, which did not hide his good looks.
An Xin has a very good memory, but she still smiled and said, "Feng Yi, what brings you here?"
As for her relationship with Feng Yi, how would you describe it? They weren't exactly close, but they seemed quite familiar with each other, and since they shared similar interests, An Xin naturally wouldn't put on a cold face.
Feng Yi rushed to the capital, exhausted. The once prosperous capital was no more, and the city gates were sealed. If it weren't for the Prime Minister's intervention, he would never have been able to get in.
But with the matter in Fengxian Village in the capital still unresolved, and now the case of the headless running corpse, he couldn't wait to come once his family matters were settled. Of course, there was another reason that prompted him to come... Feng Yi looked at An Xin, feeling as if he hadn't seen her for a long time. Upon their sudden reunion, he was somewhat speechless.
An Xin stepped forward and said, "You've come at the perfect time. I'm currently stuck with a case. These past few days, a terrifying drama has been unfolding every night. If I weren't brave, I would have been scared to death long ago."
Feng Yi looked into her smiling eyes, a smile that was genuine and unpretentious, which made his heart flutter even faster. He couldn't help but say, "I came here precisely because of this headless case. It's too dangerous for you to be alone."
An Xin laughed and said, "If it were dangerous, where would you be to see me now? That headless corpse is quite interesting."
Feng Yi's lips twitched slightly as he said, "What's so interesting about a headless corpse? Most people would have been scared out of their wits by now."
An Xin raised her eyebrows and said, "Do you think I'm an ordinary person? By the way, have you eaten? The capital is quite desolate right now, and it's a bit difficult to find food. What I made myself is really hard to swallow."
Feng Yi smiled and glanced at her. He liked how she talked to him so casually, without any coldness, as if they hadn't met in a long time.
"The Left Prime Minister knows I've entered the city, so he's hosting a welcome dinner for me at his residence. You can come with me," Feng Yi said with a smile.
An Xin was taken aback. To be honest, she didn't want to have any deeper interaction with Jing Lan. It wasn't that she disliked Jing Lan, but she always felt that something was strange. Or rather, she saw herself as being in cahoots with Yan Zhen. If she continued to have a complicated relationship with Jing Lan, she was afraid she would have a lot of headaches in the future.
But of course, she couldn't say these things to Feng Yi. Thinking about the hands that were wrapped around Yan Zhen, An Xin felt that going to the Left Prime Minister's residence for a free meal wasn't a big deal. So she teased Feng Yi, "Wow, you're lucky! The Left Prime Minister personally welcomed you. You're so fortunate!"
Feng Yi's lips twitched: "Are you insulting me or the Left Prime Minister?"
An Xin said innocently, "How could I be insulting the Left Prime Minister? Of course I was insulting you!"
Feng Yi: "..."
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The Left Prime Minister's Residence.