Seeing the room's layout and furnishings, Yan Xiaye felt a slight relaxation in her tense nerves, her slender back pressed against the cold door, as if that could offer her a bit of safety.
The guest room appeared very normal, unlike the extravagance of the hall.
The walls and sofa had unexpectedly warm hues, carrying a hint of warmth that was totally incongruous with Adam's very presence.
Even so, Yan Xiaye still didn't dare to rest on that seemingly comfortable big bed.
Although it seemed she'd secured a night's rest for herself, Adam still held the control. If he decided to change his mind, he could do so at any moment.
If she really fell asleep and Adam launched a sudden attack, she might not even have time to react, let alone struggle.
Not daring to think of such outcomes, Yan Xiaye lightly bit her lip, stared at the lock on the door for a moment, then chose not to lock it, leaving a finger-width gap for observing the happenings outside and listening for any sound.
