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"It was just a kick, why do you sound so serious?" Han Sifeng pressed his lips together, completely unaware of the information he revealed. He pointed at the wound on his neck and said, "You bit me yesterday and I almost died."

"Idiot, I don't know what to say to you." Han Muyun sighed and impatiently waved his hand, "Hurry up and disappear from my sight, otherwise I won't be able to resist killing you."

Without waiting for Han Muyun to finish his sentence, Han Sifeng had already run out the door like a wisp of smoke. He covered his neck with his hands and gave a bitter smile as he looked at the empty house.

M City's tallest building stood in a golden section of the city center, overlooking the city from the restaurant's top floor.

A young man with an evil and beautiful face was standing elegantly by the window with a glass of red wine in his hand, watching the red and green neon lights bloom on the ground beneath his feet.

"Young master, little miss did not listen to his advice and has already completed the procedures …" A black suit walked up to the young man and said in a low voice.

The young man smiled as he listened, seemingly not surprised.

"Help me prepare, it's about time to meet up." After hearing the report on the black suit, the young man took a sip of red wine and said softly.

"This... "So fast?" The man in the black suit was stunned. His young master seemed to be in a hurry this time.

"Fast?" The young man slowly swirled the red wine in his goblet, looking at the red liquid that was hanging on the wall of the goblet as it slowly slid down. His long and narrow black eyes were filled with anticipation. "It's been sixteen years …"

After waiting for sixteen years, wasn't he patient enough?

"Young master, aren't you going to prepare two years later …"

"Miss has already passed. Do you think she will let me wait two years?" "I won't allow anyone to spoil my plans, including her."

"Then... On her birthday? " The man in the black suit seemed to understand his young master's personality very well, so he asked in a probing tone.

"Make the arrangements. I want a method that she won't forget." The young man had the air of a person of high status, as well as the ruthlessness of not wanting to be subservient to others no matter what he did.

"Yes." The black suit looked at his master deeply, unable to understand why a man who had experienced countless beauties would care about this wet behind the ears little girl.

The young man drank all of the precious red wine in his cup in one gulp. A faint bitter aftertaste lingered on the tip of his tongue. It was just like how his life seemed to be expensive, but only he knew the taste.

Ever since Han Muyun had bitten him, Han Sifeng could only wear a turtleneck or scarf to cover up the bite marks.

A week had passed, but the wound on her neck had not completely healed.

Han Sifeng was always worried that there would be an eternal scar.

Afterwards, when Prince Charming saw the neat teeth marks, she explained that it was her brother who had bitten her … Hmm, I wonder what kind of expression Prince Charming would have?

With a sigh, he lowered his head and followed behind Han Muyun towards the school.

It was obviously a weekend, but she had to go to see his basketball game.

Didn't he already have Liu Zihui? Men are really fickle!

Speaking of which, Han Muyun hadn't been in contact with Liu Zihui during this period of time. Instead, he kept pestering her to stay by her side. It was strange that he didn't give her any freedom.

Han Sifeng only hoped that his parents would come back soon. Otherwise, one day, they would discover that their gentle and cute daughter had suddenly died — tortured to death by a demon like Han Muyun, they wouldn't even have time to regret it.

Han Muyun suddenly halted his steps, and the sorrowful Han Sifeng rammed into his upright back.

"Why …"

Just as Han Si Feng was about to ask him why he didn't leave, he saw Xiao Yin standing there quietly not too far away, as if waiting for someone.

The sunlight shone onto the silent youth. His pitch-black eyes reflected a warm light.

"Loyin." Han Muyun uttered three words in a low voice.

"Little Yin?" Han Sifeng rubbed his head, feeling surprised, and ran over to his side.

"You're not allowed to go." Han Muyun reached out to grab Han Sifeng's arm and pulled her back.

"Xiao Yun." Han Sifeng frowned, but he began to be unreasonable again.

Le Dian Yin walked over. His frail figure made Han Sifeng's heart ache for him.

"Lil 'Yin, why are you here?" Although she was being dragged by Han Muyun, her mouth wasn't blocked, so she asked.

"I guess you'll pass by."

"Guess?" Han Sifeng chuckled, not caring about the cold air coming off of Han Muyun's body. "If I didn't pass by here, wouldn't you be standing here for another day?"

'Meow, I'm just happy when I'm with Le Dian Yin. It's not like being with Han Muyun at all, where you have to look at his face to see if he has any freedom or self-esteem.

Le Dian Yin's eyes curved. He nodded seriously and replied straightforwardly, "Yes."

"Get out of the way." Han Muyun said snappily, "We still have things to do."

"Let's go watch the football match together." Without waiting for Le Dian Yin to speak, Han Si Feng hastily said, "Today's Small Cloud Competition, are we going to watch it together?"

"Who allowed you to invite others so casually?" Han Muyun said in annoyance as he used more strength in his hands.

"Alright." He had already agreed with a smile.

Although Han Muyun was very angry, it didn't affect Han Sifeng's mood in the slightest.

Sitting beside Xiao Yin on the basketball court, Han Sifeng's mood was as clear as the weather today.

A gust of wind blew past, causing Le Dian Yin to flinch his fingers. It was almost December, and the weather had turned colder by the late autumn.

Han Sifeng tilted his head and looked at him. He still had a clean and bright smile on his face, but his words had become less and less recently.

"Xiao Yin, are you cold?" Although it was very comfortable to be quiet and not talk when she was with him, she couldn't help but ask when she saw his pale face.

The white sweater looked warm, but he was too thin.

"Not cold." Le Dian Yin said with a smile.

He was already used to the cold.

Even on a hot summer's day, his body would still be cold.

Han Sifeng took off the scarf around his neck and wrapped it around Loyin's neck.

"That's a lot warmer, isn't it?" Han Sifeng asked with a smile, like a big sister helping her little brother to straighten his scarf.

He put his hands on his scarf, and his smiling eyes suddenly turned silent.

Such a good wind...

Unfortunately … Such a good wind...

"Lil 'Yin …" Han Sifeng lightly called his name, feeling a sweetness in his heart.

"What are you doing!" A voice that suppressed its anger interrupted Han Sifeng's words.

Han Sifeng raised his head and looked. He didn't know when Han Muyun had stepped down the stage, but he was staring at her coldly.

"I... "I'm caring about my classmates." Han Sifeng felt like he was caught red-handed, but she quickly calmed down. It wasn't like he had done anything shameful, so why should he feel guilty?

"Let's go." Han Muyun gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up Han Sifeng, forcing out a word.

"Where to?" Weird, didn't he ask her to come to the game?

Le Dian Yin also stood up, quietly looking at Han Muyun as he slowly extended his hand.

His hand was pale, with slender fingers and a slight chill that could be felt from afar.

His hand slowly but firmly gripped Han Sifeng's fingers.

"You …" Han Muyun frowned, his gaze was terrifyingly sincere.

"I want to stay with her a little longer." He narrowed his eyes slightly. His voice was clear, but his tone was indifferent.

Since this youth didn't know how to get along with his family, he didn't mind teaching him.

Han Muyun's eyes flashed with a cold light. He suddenly pulled down Han Sifeng's collar, and the bite mark suddenly appeared in Le Dian Yin's eyes.

"She's mine now." Han Muyun said as he slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"Eh? "When?" Han Sifeng grabbed his collar and said angrily, "Xiao Yun, you can't say things like that. I'm your sister, you …"

"It doesn't matter." Le Dian Yin said plainly, interrupting Han Sifeng's words.

His eyes were still clear, with a calmness that was not present in those of the same age as him.

If it wasn't for Han Sifeng, he wouldn't have wasted his time on others.

Because the young man in front of him was the most important person to Han Sifeng, … So it doesn't matter...

"You can't like her." Han Muyun raised his eyebrows and said word by word, "Anyone is fine, but you are the only one who can't."

"I know." He continued to reply with a faint smile on his face, as if he was detached from the world.

"Xiao Yun, what nonsense are you spouting!" Han Sifeng really wanted to strangle Han Muyun to death. Did he know what he was saying?

"But what if she likes me, too?" He asked back with a sigh.

Han Sifeng was shocked.

Unexpectedly … I don't know how to explain... Or refute …

She … Did she really like her tablemate?

Han Muyun's expression was very scary, he didn't think that … This was exactly what Loyen had done.

It seemed that Le Dian Yin was much more complicated than he had imagined.

He suddenly started coughing violently. After a long time, he stopped and said with a smile, "Feelings are like coughing, how can I forbid it?"

Han Sifeng continued to look at Xiao Yin in disbelief. He actually had an expression other than a smile …

However, that faint sadness and loneliness made her heart ache.

It seemed like … He is a man who will never be happy.

"Han Sifeng, I'll give you two choices. Follow me or stay." Han Muyun's words pulled Han Sifeng back from his trance.

Han Sifeng looked at him blankly. "Why did you choose?"

Why is life full of choices?

Han Sifeng didn't understand. The older he grew, the more he didn't understand …

Han Muyun's face turned deathly white. Countless emotions flashed across his eyes: disappointment, anger, and sadness …

"Alright." Han Muyun slowly let go and turned his head, "I understand."

"Xiao Yun!" Han Sifeng called out to him and was about to give chase when he realized that he was still being held by Xiao Yin.

His fingers were very cold and he was trembling slightly.

Suddenly, he thought of what he had just said — "What if she falls in love with me too?"

Han Sifeng's face suddenly turned hot. He quickly retracted his hand and didn't know where to put his gaze.