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"I'm sorry... may I ask where the restroom is?" Xia Xihe quickly covered his mouth right after asking.
"Oh, it's inside. Let me have someone take you there," Wu Xin politely said, calling a waiter to guide him in.
The sound of water trickled from the marble fountain, and the noise of the banquet was isolated by a tall Palm Tree. The small bulbs on the tree trunks emitted a soft glow, making it a suitable place for conversation.
Yan Yuting stood by the pool, his face gloomy as he watched the two people coming through the bushes.
Yan Yuhan approached him and frowned, saying, "I've brought the person. Let's make this clear."
"Mm..." Yan Yuting huffed.
Yan Yuhan patted Yan Yulong's shoulder and turned to leave them alone. Yan Yuting stared intently at Yan Yulong, remaining silent for a long time.
Yan Yulong leaned against a large rock behind him, crossing his arms impatiently and asked, "Just say what you need to say."
Yan Yuhan clenched his fists and burst out with the first sentence through gritted teeth: "You clearly said you don't like guys!"
"It seems I did say that..." Yan Yulong raised an eyebrow. "So what?"
"Then why don't you want me? Why do you have to choose that guy?!" Yan Yuting exclaimed angrily, "What makes him better than me?!"
Yan Yulong seriously looked him up and down, thought for a moment, and replied earnestly, "You don't compare at all."
Yan Yuting was left breathless, nearly spitting blood.
Yan Yulong calmly countered, "So? Are you satisfied now? Can I leave?"
"Wait a minute!" Yan Yuting lunged forward and grabbed his hand. "You need to clarify this! What exactly do you not like about me? Why is that guy acceptable?!"
"I have no desire for you." Yan Yulong's answer was concise, leaving Yan Yuting momentarily speechless as he stared at the other person.
Yan Yulong was about to shake him off when Yan Yuting snapped back to reality and clung to him tightly again.
"You haven't even tried, how do you know it won't work with me?"
"We've tried." Yan Yulong coldly reminded him.
"That was..." Yan Yuting recalled "that incident" and felt indignant. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's your fault! You took off my pants and then stopped!"
"As soon as I saw your 'thing,' I lost all 'interest.'" Yan Yulong said shamelessly.
"Did you do it with that guy?" Yan Yuting pointed in the direction of the banquet venue.
Yan Yulong was taken aback for a moment, then pouted, "What does that have to do with you?"
"Hmph! Maybe if you saw his 'thing,' you'd be disgusted too!" Yan Yuting said unwillingly.
"Fuck off, my Xihe is so cute! Anyone would want to devour him!" Yan Yulong retorted defiantly.
"Cute? In terms of looks or figure, how can he compare to me?!"
"Give me a break, there are plenty of pancake-faced, dead-eyed guys like you on the street." Yan Yulong disregarded his self-esteem as a pretty boy and distorted the facts.
"You... you... you're talking nonsense!!" Yan Yuting was furious.
"I'm talking nonsense?" Yan Yulong deliberately provoked him, slowing down his speech: "Come on, watch my lips..."
Yan Yuting focused intently on his mouth as Yan Yulong leisurely pronounced three words: "Ugly, Eight, Monster!"
Yan Yuting's head exploded with anger, and she began to lose control.
"What did you say----??!!!!"
"Can't hear clearly? Then I'll say it again..." Yan Yulong continued to stoke the flames. Yan Yuhan, who had been lurking nearby, could no longer stand it and ran out to separate them.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing, it's like watching kindergarten kids fight..." he sighed in frustration.
"Brother! It's his fault!" Yan Yuting shouted sharply.
"I know, but you don't need to be so worked up..." Yan Yuhan was busy trying to calm her down when he turned around and saw that Yan Yulong had already walked away.
"Xiaolong--wait--" he hurriedly ran after him.
"I've said everything I needed to say, don't bother me again." Yan Yulong issued his final ultimatum.
Yan Yuhan stood there speechless. He knew that his arrogant cousin looked down on everyone, and if he continued to pursue him, it would only lead to trouble. He didn't try to hold him back and could only watch him walk away.
Yan Yuting caught up indignantly and blamed, "Brother! Why didn't you stop him?!"
"Colin, you should know when to stop."
Yan Yuhan turned to scold her: "Xiaolong has made it very clear that he doesn't like you at all. What good will it do if you keep pestering him?"
"You’re even helping him?!" Yan Yuting cried out with tears in her eyes.
"I'm not unsupportive of you, it's just..."
"Forget it! I don't need your help! I'll handle it myself!" Yan Yuting threw down a harsh remark and turned to run away.
"Colin! Colin!" Yan Yuhan shouted at him repeatedly, finally saying in frustration, "Do whatever you want!"
On the other side of the large house—
Xia Xihe followed the waiter into the winding and intricate mansion. At that moment, a middle-aged gentleman approached him with a panicked expression. Upon seeing the waiter, he immediately seized him like a lifeline and said, "Please come quickly! My wife has twisted her ankle at the stairs!"
The waiter quickly replied, "Okay..." He turned to Xia Xihe, whose face was growing increasingly pale, and said, "Sir, the restroom is just around the third corner ahead; can you make it there by yourself?"
"Um..." Xia Xihe nodded and hurriedly ran ahead while the waiter followed the man.
The acid in his stomach surged up to his throat, and Xia Xihe felt a bitter and salty taste in his mouth. He ran desperately—third corner, third corner—ah—hurry up—!!!
Xia Xihe burst into the restroom like a whirlwind and leaned over the toilet to vomit violently.
"Ugh—ugh—" The sound of retching echoed as his stomach churned violently. Xia Xihe expelled everything he had eaten for dinner, feeling as if all the moisture in his body had been drained away, leaving nothing behind.
"Ha... ha... ha..." After what felt like an eternity, the urge to vomit finally subsided. He took off his glasses, wiped away his tears, and collapsed onto his knees in exhaustion.
After a while, Xia Xihe finally caught his breath.
He shook his head and groggily got up to walk to the sink outside.
After rinsing his mouth and washing his face, Xia Xihe began to feel a bit more alert. He leaned against the counter for a moment to rest; gradually, his strength returned, and his mind cleared from its foggy state.
With a sigh of relief, he wiped the water droplets from his face, put on his glasses, and slowly walked out of the luxurious restroom. However, as soon as he stepped outside, he froze in place.
"Where is this place..." Xia Xihe stared blankly at the empty corridor. He had only been focused on going to the restroom and completely forgot how he ended up here.
"Um... it seems like it's this way..." Xia Xihe tried to recall, lifting his foot to walk in one direction.
"Huh? That doesn't seem right... Could it be this way?" After walking for a while, he realized something was off and turned back.
"It should be this way... sigh..." Xia Xihe felt dizzy; this large house was like a maze, and he never had a good sense of direction. Could he really be lost? The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. His slow steps turned into long strides, and finally, he broke into a run.
Turn left, go straight, turn right, then turn left... Ugh~~ why can't I see the exit~~ Xia Xihe felt increasingly panicked and couldn't recognize the way back.
However, he noticed something strange: the lights were still bright on the path from the restroom, but how come they became so dim on this side? Moreover, he hadn't seen a single person along the way; it was truly eerie! Xia Xihe was almost certain that he had gotten lost!
Should he go back? But he had forgotten the way back~~ What should he do~~ Oh my god~~ No matter what, he just wanted to get out of this terrifying mansion first.
Ahead, there appeared a huge door that was clearly thicker than the doors of other rooms. Could it be an exit? Without thinking much, Xia Xihe rushed over and pushed the door open—
Before him was a dimly lit room with yellowish light.
It's not an exit... Just as Xia Xihe was about to close the door and leave, his gaze unexpectedly fell upon a painting on the wall of the room.
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