Two hours later, their body temperatures gradually dropped. Yang Feng smiled happily as he stared at Han Shilan, who was leaning against his arm, fast asleep like a cute little kitten.
A hint of coquettishness lingered between her brows; the transformation from a little girl to a woman was evident in the weariness on her cheeks.
Yang Feng's reason told him that he could not continue to be intimate here. He stood up and quickly put on his clothes, and the white quilt was gently covered on her delicate body.
He still needs to take care of one more thing.
They jumped to the ward where Yang Xiao had previously stayed in a VIP room. Fortunately, it was late at night and there weren't many people walking around on the 20th floor, since the 20th floor was mostly occupied by VIP suites and had relatively few occupants.
Yang Feng stared coldly at the dead man on the ground. His muscles began to stiffen, and his wine-red hair stood on end—signs of death two hours prior.
He's done something that will definitely be punished, and he doesn't want to go to jail right now.
Therefore! For a detective, setting up a murder scene is naturally easy.
Yang Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly. He never imagined that he would learn all sorts of detective skills not to solve cases, but to use them to commit crimes. How ironic.
It's like watching the anime Detective Conan; you don't learn much about crime-solving techniques, but you do learn a lot about how to commit crimes.
However, there were too many loopholes at the scene, such as the door on the ground, the bloodstains, and the cameras outside, all of which gave Yang Feng a headache.
In fact, what he didn't know was that the path to becoming a martial artist was no longer limited to secular laws and regulations.
Yang Feng placed the body on the bed, thinking it would be quicker to burn the place down. He then took out a lit cigarette, took a few puffs, and threw it on the bed without lighting it. Instead, he took out a lighter and lit it.
After carefully inspecting the scene, he reattached the door to the doorway and quickly walked towards the monitoring room.
There was only one security guard here, who was asleep at the table. Yang Feng moved very lightly and quickly deleted all the places he had passed through between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m.!
Then, there was another witness present at the scene, the receptionist. Yang Feng shook his head helplessly. Should he kill her? She was innocent, while Yang Xiao had only himself to blame.
"Forget it, let's just take it one step at a time. I'm not afraid of going to court, haha."
Yang Feng sighed softly, glanced at the sleeping security guard, walked out of the monitoring room, and avoided the camera's beams as he made his way back to Han Shilan's room.
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Chapter 80 My Heart is Small
As he entered the room, the dim lighting illuminated Han Shilan's flushed face, making her look quite adorable. However, Yang Feng knew beforehand that Han Shilan didn't like him calling her cute; saying a girl is cute usually implied that she's not pretty enough.
"Yang Feng, Yang Feng."
Yang Feng, who was washing his hands, was suddenly interrupted by a sound coming from the bed. He turned his head and saw Han Shilan sitting on the bed, tightly covering herself with a pure white quilt, her beautiful eyes gleaming.
Yang Feng was somewhat taken aback, then wiped his hands with a towel, went to the bedside, and gently said:
"You're awake?"
"The sound of you closing the door when you came in woke me up." As soon as Han Shilan finished speaking, tears streamed down her face like a tap being turned on.
"Hey? Don't cry—"
When Yang Feng saw Han Shilan suddenly start crying, he was at a loss for what to do and seemed somewhat flustered.
When she was drugged, she knew everything that was happening outside. She seduced Yang Feng with her alluring voice when she had sex with him.
After a long while, Han Shilan's beautiful eyes, red and swollen from crying, finally stopped. Looking at Yang Feng, she bit her pink lips and said in a soft, melancholy voice:
"Yang Feng, you took away so many of my firsts: my first kiss, my first hug, my first time holding hands with a boy, and my first time..."
Yang Feng listened quietly, his arms around Han Shilan's soft body. Even with a blanket covering her, he could feel her slight trembling.
After a long silence, Han Shilan suddenly asked:
"What if you leave me in the future and fall for another girl, like...like after graduating from university, many boys can't resist the allure of the world's beauties, and then..."
Yang Feng interrupted her, wrapping his arms tightly around her, resting his head on her soft shoulder, inhaling the fragrance of orchids, and said:
"Don't worry, my heart is very small, just having you is enough."
A sweet smile appeared on Han Shilan's lips as she enjoyed his warm embrace; it all felt like a dream.
If it's a dream, she'd rather never wake up.
After a long while, Yang Feng gently released Han Shilan's hands, a smile on his face, and gently stroked her high, white nose with his finger, saying:
"Go to sleep, it's almost 2 a.m."
"Okay, sure." Han Shilan nodded obediently, lay down on the soft and comfortable bed, stared at Yang Feng with her beautiful eyes, and said in a soft voice, "You can come up and sleep too."
Upon hearing this, Yang Feng couldn't hide his excitement. He had originally planned to sleep on the sofa, but he quickly took off his clothes, leaving only his underwear, and slipped into her embrace.
Han Shilan's face flushed red. She was completely naked, her smooth, snow-white body exposed before him. She shyly buried her head under the covers.
Yang Feng's heart fluttered when he saw her shy expression. He pulled her into his arms, and her fragrance wafted over him.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Han Shilan struggled gently, uttering a coquettish remark.
"Don't move, I want to smell your scent," Yang Feng whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms tightly around the soft Han Shilan, the little rabbit pressed against his chest.