Chapter 760: You Haven't Been Doing Well

k down at what she was holding in her hand.Jiang Mo-ran watched Shen Wan-ci's leaving figure, his eyes narrowed slightly. He licked his lips, a hint of playful interest in his gaze.His phone emitted t...Chapter 760: You Haven't Had It Easy

"Bang."

The bathroom door was violently kicked open from the outside.

Gu Cenye strode a few steps to the bathtub, hauling Yan Ji out of the water. His face was as cold as frost: "Yan Ji, are you insane If you want to die, at least find a different place."

Yánjī heaved a sigh, her scattered pupils taking half a moment to finally focus, meeting the man's furious face. She glanced at the bathtub, the woman was gone, the water crystal clear and bottomless.

She loosened her hand from Gu Cen Ye's waist, lowered her wet eyelashes, and spoke in a hoarse voice: "Asleep."

After finishing, she frowned again: "I was taking a bath, what are you doing in here"

"Hmph," Gu Chenye was amused by her accusation: "If I hadn't come in, I would have had to go buy you a grave tomorrow."

He knocked on the door several times, but Yan Ji never responded. He kicked the door in only when he got no reply.

"I never thought about dying."

Even if she wanted to, she would drag each and every one of them into hell before dying.

Yan Ji stood before him, taking the robe from the rack. She had been pulled directly out of the bathtub by Gu Chen Ye, naked and unashamed. Now, she stood before him, her face betraying no hint of embarrassment as she calmly turned and reached...

As for Gu Chenye, when she stood up straight, he subtly turned his head to avoid eye contact.

Although he and Yan Ji had already done those things, every time it was in the dark. They could only see each other's blurry shadows, and seven out of ten times it was in the middle of the night. He was sound asleep when she came on top of him, forcing him to wake up.

He had no feelings for Yanji to begin with, and coupled with her utterly disregard for others' lives, even a man would feel defeated. Under such circumstances, the intimacy was naturally perfunctory, let alone foreplay; even in moments of intense passion, there was no comfort to be found.

So Gu Cengye was familiar yet unfamiliar with Yan Ji's body. Turning his gaze away was a gentlemanly gesture ingrained in his bones, causing him to make an unconscious move.

But the averted gaze hadn't even lasted a second before falling back onto Yanji's back: "When did you get these on your back"

The woman's slender back was crisscrossed with several long and short scars, healed to a pale white and obviously years old.

Yanji's skin was white, and the scar was just a white mark. In the absence of light, it was almost impossible to detect.

"This...," Yanji touched his back, nonchalantly opening his mouth: "Forgot, probably got hit."

She drew out her words, giving them a profound and suggestive meaning.

Gu Cenyep's eyes were dark, "Did you have a hard time back home"

He had never asked Yánjí about his past before coming to the Yán family, and Yánjí had never told him about his childhood.

The woman's gaze lingered on him for a long moment, her lips parting slightly, and then a soft 'hmm' escaped her throat, like a light chuckle.

Gu Chenye frowned: "Can't you speak properly Why must you be so cryptic"

Yan Ji didn't pay him any mind. She stepped out of the bathtub, put on her slippers, and walked towards the door. "What do you want from me"

The noodles are cooked.

"That's easy to misunderstand," said Yan Ji. Plus, his brain had just been filled with water, and he didn't react in time, blurting out, "You cooked it"

Gu Chenye: "It's cooked by Aunt Song, I'm just coming up, she asked me to call you."

Yan Jiedi nodded and went downstairs in her robe, without changing clothes. Gu Chenye followed her, she thought he was going back to his study, but halfway down the stairs, she saw him turn and follow her too.

Yánjí stopped his steps and raised an eyebrow: "You're just going downstairs" expected the curator to come looking for her and ask her to return to the museum. After all, she had submitted a resignation request that he had personally approved.The curator sighed, "It's such a p...