Chapter 377

Ye Xuan calmed down and spoke in a low voice.

"Yang Mi, if you don't come back, what do you think people online would say if I took off my hat and walked into your room openly?"

Knowing Ye Xuan had arrived, Yang Mi, who hadn't changed out of her costume yet, had already boarded a car back, simply because she didn't want to keep Ye Xuan waiting.

But she had to make this great master Ye Xuan, who was sought after everywhere he went, feel a bit frustrated to keep him on his toes, right?

Even though the corners of Yang Mi's mouth were already curling up to her ears, the words she spoke still made the man feel both a desire to protect her and a sense of extreme annoyance.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, are you looking to transfer money to me again?"

"With all that stir, in order to take my career to the next level, I'll definitely have to spend money on public relations. Don't you feel even a little bit of heartache making me spend money in vain?"

These words were truly unbearable to hear.

Ye Xuan coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.

"Ahem, I'm not a stingy person. The transfer is a small matter. Since you don't want to, I'll wait a bit longer. When will you be back?"

Not expecting Ye Xuan to have such a considerate side, Yang Mi hung up the phone as soon as she saw his back.

Not understanding why the call was suddenly cut off, Ye Xuan just turned around and saw Yang Mi approaching gracefully in a white gauze ancient-style costume, every step seeming to tread upon the tip of his heart.

Clearly seeing the look of amazement in Ye Xuan's eyes, Yang Mi smiled coquettishly as she approached him, yet still kept a distance of half a meter, and spoke crisply.

"Let's go, let's go inside to talk."

She didn't dare call his name in public; if someone with ulterior motives discovered them, it would be another mess.

Ye Xuan watched her turn and walk away, her gaze not lingering on him for too long, and a trace of disappointment actually arose in his heart.

He followed her footsteps silently and went straight to her room.

Once inside, Ye Xuan blocked the doorway, pulled down his mask, and spoke with an air of dominance.

"I have important matters to discuss with your artist; you all go back and get busy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he locked the door from the inside.

Confirming there were no outsiders, Ye Xuan ripped off his mask and hat, and said with a heavy breath.

"Wearing this mask all the time is suffocating me. You artists are fully armed every time you go out; it's quite exhausting."

Yang Mi rested her chin on one hand, her large, watery eyes staring at Ye Xuan with a seductive gaze, her red lips parting slightly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, what is the matter that brought you here today? Just say it directly."

Originally, her movements had been quite alluring, but upon hearing this, Ye Xuan knew she was still angry about the harsh words he had said to her at his home that time.

Taking a step forward, Ye Xuan met her gaze and explained in his magnetic voice.

"Yang Mi, I want to sincerely apologize to you. I shouldn't have said those things to you last time; I was just too angry at the time and spoke without thinking."

Yang Mi spread her hands, looking innocent.

"Fine, I know. I have received your apology."

It was clear she was still keeping people at a distance. Ye Xuan felt a bit anxious; he looked at her with a wounded expression, appearing extremely innocent.

Yang Mi considered herself quite good at flirting, but compared to the current Ye Xuan, she suddenly felt they were on different levels. At this moment, she could only hear the sound of her own heart about to jump out; she was on the verge of losing her composure and really wanted to pounce on him.

Sensing the temperature on her face rising, her head uncontrollably fixed on Ye Xuan, and the urge to pounce on him became more and more obvious.

Before she lost her sanity, Yang Mi pinched her palm hard and then rushed to the bathroom at top speed.

Leaning against the cold wall, she looked at her face in the mirror, which was as red as a boiled shrimp.

Yang Mi hurriedly washed her face with cold water, telling herself in a low voice: "Yang Mi, you must hold on. Don't easily do things that lower your value again. Hold on, don't let Ye Xuan look down on you."

"Only what you can't get can you be fearless about. Before Mr. Ye Xuan confesses in person, you must be reserved. Don't let him think you're too easy. Come on, you can do it."

She calmed her excited mood as quickly as possible, but Yang Mi miserably discovered that she hadn't brought her makeup remover, and her face could be described as a disaster.

She had originally wanted to maintain a perfect image in front of him, but now, washed by the water, her face looked like a palette of seasonings. Yang Mi just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

She leaned against the door and called out coquettishly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, I have a bit of an inconvenient situation. Why don't you go out and wait for me? Just one minute will do."

The more she looked at her unwashed face, the more annoyed she was at herself for not keeping her cosmetics in the bathroom. This was truly having no face to see anyone.

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Pressing her ear against the door again, she confirmed she didn't hear Ye Xuan's voice.

Not wanting to lose face completely, Yang Mi wiped her face repeatedly with hot water until the skin was scalded red before cautiously coming out.

When she peeked and opened the bathroom door, she didn't see Ye Xuan's figure, and a sense of disappointment instantly welled up in her heart.

She slumped on the sofa in a daze, constantly regretting that she had been too reserved and had driven Mr. Ye Xuan away.

Who knew when they would meet again? She had to find a way; she couldn't just miss out on the excellent Mr. Ye Xuan like this.

Thinking that she might miss Ye Xuan because of her fake reserve, Yang Mi felt so sad she wanted to cry, tears swirling in her eyes.

Immersed in her sad emotions, she didn't notice the door opening and someone she had been thinking about day and night walking in, thinking it was just her assistant or someone.

Looking up inadvertently with teary eyes, she seemed to see Ye Xuan. At this moment, she couldn't care less about being reserved; Yang Mi hugged him tightly, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Not knowing what was on her mind, Ye Xuan just patted her back gently, secretly thinking: Being a woman is really hard; just the inconvenience of these few days can make someone cry. It's truly not easy.

Feeling Ye Xuan's warmth, Yang Mi's previous impulse slowly calmed down. She pulled out of Ye Xuan's embrace with a flushed face and said awkwardly.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, I was just feeling too uncomfortable. I didn't mean to take advantage of you. Don't be angry."

Facing her at this moment, acting like a little woman, Ye Xuan really couldn't bear to be angry.

Even though he felt embarrassed, he still took out the few types of sanitary napkins he had bought, a faint blush appearing on his face.

"That... I didn't know which one you liked, so I bought a few kinds based on the shop assistant's recommendation. You choose for yourself."

Seeing the sanitary napkins in Ye Xuan's hand, Yang Mi's face felt like it had been scalded, the temperature rising constantly, and she probed in a very low voice.

"Mr. Ye Xuan, when I said it was inconvenient just now, did you think it was this kind of inconvenience?"

Knowing that girls are thin-skinned, Ye Xuan put on the demeanor of a big man and said proudly.

"Isn't it? You were crying from the pain just now, and the tears are still on my clothes." Ten.