Before the words were finished, Ye Jinyan had already opened the door. Standing outside was a fashionable foreign man, leaning against the wall with one arm, looking down at his phone. Upon hearing the door open, he immediately lifted his head happily and said in clumsy Chinese, "Sorry, dear, I'm late! Ah! Murder... murder... help!"
The foreigner at the door was shocked to see Ye Jinyan's white pajamas stained with blood, and without a care, turned and stumbled away.
Ye Jinyan slammed the door shut.
Xue Haiyang saw the terrifyingly grim expression on Ye Jinyan's face and couldn't help but swallow nervously.
"If I hadn't come tonight, were you planning on sleeping with this man?" Ye Jinyan spoke as he step by step approached her, the blood on his chest adding a touch of wicked allure to his refined features.
"Who I sleep with is none of your business!" Xue Haitang protested as she was forced to retreat step by step.
