W-What? Han Muzi thought she had either misheard him or that she might be hallucinating. If not, what was Ye Moxuan doing at the main entrance of her apartment?
“Why are you just standing there idly? Not going in?” He spoke again when she was still dazed. His voice had sounded cold without the slightest bit of warmth. When she looked into his black eyes, they did not carry any emotions at all.
Yes, he’s real. It’s not a hallucination. If she was hallucinating, Ye Moxuan would probably not look like that. Nodding her head, she opened the door without saying a word.
She had not expected to see him there. After all, when she had lunch with George at the restaurant earlier, she did not get to see him and George had said it was because he did not see the message. However, George was never the best liar and she was not a little girl anymore, so how could she not notice that he was hiding something? But besides being shocked, she was rather delighted to see Ye Moxuan.
After she opened the main door, he followed behind her and walked inside. While they were going up in the elevator, it stopped at one of the floors and she happened to bump into the landlady from downstairs. The landlady narrowed her eyes and took in the tall man next to her. She grinned and asked, “Is this your boyfriend?”
Han Muzi’s face became flushed and she shook her head awkwardly. However, the landlady thought she was just being shy and teasingly grazed over her shoulder.
Having arrived at the apartment, Han Muzi opened the door and entered the hall. She bent down and pulled out a pair of woman’s slippers from the shoe rack and placed it in front of him. He furrowed his eyebrows. “You want me to wear this?”
“Pardon me, President… I only have this pair of house slippers.”
He took one look at the shoe rack and saw that there was only one pair of house slippers at the top. The rest were her other pairs of shoes. After a glance, he quickly retracted his gaze as he felt somewhat embarrassed.
One pair of house slippers meant that no one else had ever entered her house before, and he might just be the first one. At the thought of that, he looked more fondly at her.
“There’s a supermarket not far from here. Why don’t you wait here for a bit while I go buy you another pair?”
He frowned. Am I such an unreasonable person?
“No. You can wear these. I won’t stay for long.” Then, he took off his shoes, stepped on the floorboard with his socks, and walked in. Han Muzi wore the house slippers and followed after him.
She had no idea why he had shown up at her place. Although she was immensely curious, she did not dare to ask him as he might not be in the best mood. She felt like if she asked another question, he would explode with anger and start hitting people.
When he went in, he noticed that her house was kept clean and tidy. He guessed that it was because she lived alone so the place also had a light fragrance to it. Only after making one round did he realize that there were a lot of orchids on her balcony. No wonder her house smelled nice. She has a hobby of planting flowers.
Han Muzi went into the kitchen to make some coffee for him then returned. After a few sips, he heard her ask in a gentle voice, “Why are you here?” Her question made him freeze as he was drinking the coffee. That’s right. Why did I come to look for her here? Did I come here without realizing it?
None of that seemed right. He pursed his lips in deep thought.
She noticed that he had stopped drinking his coffee after she asked that question. It seemed like he was contemplating something.
Ye Moxuan did not know either. When he started to think about it, a frown automatically appeared on his forehead and his lips pressed tightly together.
Is he perhaps thinking about how to answer me? Does he have to think so hard about this? Maybe… As she was trying to figure him out, she suddenly heard his cold voice speak to her, “Bring it here.”
“W-What?” She jumped up in surprise then looked at him as she pulled herself back together. Bring what?
He did not look happy. “The clothes.”
She was dumbfounded. Meanwhile, the look on his face grew more impatient. Han Muzi looked like she had several ideas in her head and he thought he was about to be exposed. His tone grew more anxious as he said, “The coat. Didn’t you say you were going to give it back to me after you cleaned it?”
As she heard that, a light bulb finally went off in her head. He was talking about the coat. However… She frowned. Didn’t he say he had mysophobia and didn’t want the coat back anymore? Why did he come all the way here today just to ask for it?
“What is it?” He saw her standing there lost in thought. Her expression was also slightly dumbfounded. He did not know what she was thinking of so he teased, “You’re not perhaps thinking of keeping that coat in your possession now, are you?”
At that moment, her thoughts had been penetrated. Feeling slightly awkward, she waved her hands in denial. “No, no. How could I possibly do that? I’ve had the suit dry-cleaned and hung up. I’ll go get it for you right now.” Then, she turned around and headed for the closet in her room.
However, when she turned around, the look on her face became slightly dejected. At the time, Ye Moxuan had said that he did not want the coat anymore so she hung it up in her closet and would see it every day when she opened it. She even thought that if he didn’t want it, then it was his loss. She had never imagined that he would show up today to ask for it back. He’s too capricious.
When she went to retrieve the coat, Ye Moxuan stood up automatically and followed her. However, he stopped right as he arrived at the door.
She was still occupied with her dejected feelings as she opened the closet door. So when she looked up, she instantly froze. Before she went to bed the night before, she had carelessly placed her brassieres in the closet. It was only then that she realized she had hung it on top of the coat. Her expression changed drastically. To her dismay, it was too late to even close the doors.
From behind her, she heard footsteps closing in. When she turned around, she saw him walking toward her with a frown on his face. Judging by his expression and gaze, he had most likely also seen it. As such, she bit her bottom lip and wanted to dig a hole to hide in. It’s my fault. I was too careless. I could’ve hung it anywhere but it just had to be on the suit.
Furthermore, she had felt indifferent when she opened the closet that morning. She had thought that since he did not want it anymore, it was up to her what she did with it. However, she forgot all about that before she opened the closet at that moment.
Alas, he walked up in front of her and narrowed his eyes while he sized her up.
Han Muzi raised her eyes to look at him but quickly avoided his gaze out of a guilty conscience.
He remembered the whole scene. Seeing a red brassiere hanging over his coat had given him too big of a visual impact to forget. “Are you a pervert?”
