Men like Gu Xiaozhan, who have long held positions of power, don’t easily lose their temper.
However, Mu Anhan is his Achilles’ heel.
Her every move, her slightest stir, can capture his attention, turning him from a calm and rational person into someone mad and irritable.
A loud "bang" was heard.
The sofa in the bedroom was shattered by his palm, breaking into pieces.
Mu Anhan, who had been sleeping soundly in bed, was startled awake, feeling as if there had been an earthquake. She sat up with a start, wondering what had happened.
Little did she know that upon opening her eyes, she would see the man with bloodshot eyes and clenched fists, a mess beneath his feet, his handsome face covered in a cold, murderous chill, and the surrounding temperature dropping to a freezing point.
Mu Anhan could not help but tremble. She remembered that a few days ago, after he had been exposed to the aphrodisiac perfume, his eyes also turned into Demon Eyes. Could it be that the aphrodisiac perfume had side effects?
Perhaps it’s because this man’s power is too great and his abilities too formidable, she felt an instinctual fear of him, as if it was engraved in her bones.
Gu Xiaozhan was enveloped in a storm of agitation, ready to destroy everything in sight.
Mu Anhan didn’t have time to think; she climbed out of bed, running barefoot to him, softly calling out, "Honey..."
Gu Xiaozhan seemed not to hear anything. As he stared at her, he resembled an Asura from Hell, sending a chill of terror down her spine.
Mu Anhan knew that everyone could be afraid of him now, but she couldn’t be.
Because she needed to lovingly cherish him!
She extended her slender arms, gently wrapping them around his neck, resting her small head against his shoulder. His turbulent breath engulfed her, threatening to drown her.
But her tenderness eventually overcame his rage. She gently stroked his short hair with her hand, softly murmuring, "Honey... relax... it’s okay... I’m here, everything will be fine..."
Her gentle whispers, like a unique magic of hers, reached his ears, causing the red in his eyes to gradually fade and his clenched fists to slowly relax.
Mu Anhan sensed his agitation fading bit by bit, knowing that her soothing efforts were working. She quickly continued, "Honey, I am your Han Han... In this life and the next, I’m only yours... In every life to come, we’re always together, okay?"
Gu Xiaozhan closed his eyes. He must be too exhausted lately, causing these hallucinations.
This woman, who detested him the most, had given him such a deep promise.
Not having finished this lifetime, she promised the next lifetime and beyond for eternities.
Why do people always say promises can’t be trusted, because the promise of words often lacks sincerity.
Even though he knew promises are illusionary and fleeting, he still calmed down.
It was as if he was floating in the clouds, with her, freely drifting for thousands of years...
A knock sounded at the door.
Lie Huo’s voice came through, "Mr. Gu, are you up?"
As Gu Xiaozhan’s personal bodyguard, he had gone through storms and bloodshed, always at life’s edge.
Gu Xiaozhan never oversleeps. Why is he still in bed so late?
He also knew that Mu Anhan was Gu Xiaozhan’s only weakness. If this woman wanted to harm Gu, it would be disastrous!
Gu Xiaozhan suddenly opened his eyes, returning to reality.
He inhaled the unique feminine scent belonging to her, as she nestled obediently against him, her small hand gently stroking the back of his head.
Mu Anhan sensed his change, lifting her head to meet his deep, ancient pool-like gaze.
"Good morning, honey!"
Under Gu Xiaozhan’s seemingly calm eyes lay turbulent undercurrents, with an exceedingly cold gaze, as if even light could not penetrate.