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"Originally, I wanted to have a meal with you, but I didn't expect to fall asleep after reading the documents." Thinking about it, it was probably because she was too tired from the day, especially when she was having tea with Ye Nanqing. Her nerves were tense all the time.    

    

Walking into the living room, Xia Huanhuan started to organize the information on the tea table. Jun Ziyan followed her out and picked up a few pages and looked at the household diagram.    

    

"Is this your latest job?" he asked.    

    

She nodded. Because of the light coming from the living room, she noticed that his face was now frighteningly pale. "Why do you look so pale? "Are you not feeling well?" she asked urgently.    

    

He said nothing, just looked at her steadily.    

    

Xia Huanhuan stood on her tiptoes and raised her hand. She placed her palm on Jun Ziyan's forehead and measured the temperature.    

    

If the temperature was normal, then it shouldn't be a fever.    

    

"What's going on? If you don't tell me, I'll take you directly to the hospital. " She spoke very seriously, with the air of someone who didn't believe that you could try.    

    

"Huanhuan." His lips slowly parted. "Would you lie to me?"    

    

She looked at him in surprise. "Why do you ask?"    

    

"I just want to know." His dark eyes were deep and silent. "Do you know how to?"    

    

Her heart inexplicably tightened. She pursed her somewhat dry lips and said, "I don't."    

    

He suddenly threw his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder and smelling her body. "Where were you this afternoon?" His voice boomed from her hair.    

    

Her body stiffened as Ye Nanqing's Three Realms Immortal Book flashed across her mind.    

    

Her silence caused him to hold her by the arms and slowly tighten them. "I will believe what you say." So now, even if she lied, he would believe her, would rather believe her lies.    

    

However, what he heard was her saying, "In the afternoon, I went to the Tea House to look for Ye Nanqing."    

    

Jun Ziyan's face sank. Sure enough, she was with Ye Nanqing this afternoon?!    

    

After Xia Huanhuan finished her sentence, she felt the air was dead silent. She could only hear each other's breathing. The next moment, the sky started spinning and Jun Ziyan pressed her onto the sofa beside the tea table.    

    

With her back against the soft sofa, she stared at Jun Ziyan, who was lying on top of her.    

    

His hands were on either side of her, his hair hanging down from his head, his skin pale against the darkness of his eyes.    

    

"Why are you going to see Ye Nanqing? Didn't you say that the person you like is me?! " He questioned loudly, his chest heaving.    

    

Was he angry?    

    

This fact instantly struck Xia Huanhuan's mind. Most of Jun Ziyan's anger was icy cold. It was rare for him to show such direct anger.    

    

"Let me have a good talk first." Xia Huanhuan said as she tried to sit up.    

    

"His hand closed around her wrist and he pressed her back down on the sofa." "Huanhuan, you like me." He seemed to be speaking to her, but also to himself.    

    

"I …" Xia Huanhuan had just opened her mouth when she was stung by Jun Ziyan's lips. He kissed her so hard that their teeth almost collided. Her lips were hurting from the friction.    

    

Such a kiss was irritable and rough, as if it was venting something.    

    

As for her, the more she struggled, the more strength he exerted on her. It was only when his lips moved away from hers and down her chin to her neck that she was able to breathe again.    

    

Even without looking in the mirror, she could already foresee that her lips would be swollen to the point of death, "Jun Ziyan, let go of me, what words do you have to say?" she cried, her neck tingling — it was his kiss.    

    

However, his kiss didn't stop there; on the contrary, it was getting deeper and deeper. The June clothes were already thin, and Xia Huanhuan was only wearing a t-shirt. Jun Ziyan's lips kissed down from Xia Huanhuan's collarbone through the thin cloth, while his hand entered her clothes and touched her warm skin.    

    

Xia Huanhuan shuddered and instantly straightened her body. "Don't do that!" she shouted.    

    

"You like me. Why not?"    

    

"Even if you like it, you can't!" Her face was flushed and her almond-shaped eyes stared hard at him.    

    

"Then can Ye Nanqing do it?" he said coldly.    

    

Ye Nanqing?! Xia Huanhuan's mind suddenly flashed as she thought of a certain possibility. Could it be that his abnormality today was due to —    

    

"I went to see Ye Nanqing this afternoon to talk about work." Xia Huanhuan said honestly.    

    

"Work?" Jun Ziyan squinted his eyes.    

    

"When I entered the company I was currently in, I found out that it had been purchased by the Sihai Group. Ye Nanqing wanted me to give him a villa to draw and fix the interior of the house. After the villa was finished, I would resign." She explained in detail.    

    

"Is that all?"    

    

"Yes, that's all."    

    

The two of them looked at each other, and Xia Huanhuan said uncomfortably, "Get up first, you're pressuring me so much that I can't breathe."    

    

Jun Ziyan was silent for a moment. Then, he slowly got up and sat on the side. Her hands were still warm from the heat. If she didn't recover, it would make him feel pain again.    

    

Xia Huanhuan sat up, tidying her hair and clothes, and then tidying up all the documents on the floor.    

    

Jun Ziyan, on the other hand, sat silently on the sofa. He hugged his knees and curled up his body.    

    

Xia Huanhuan sighed and walked in front of Jun Ziyan. She stretched out her hands and pressed them to his cheeks, "If you're angry about me going to find Ye Nanqing, then there's no need. Nothing happened between him and me."    

    

Her warmth passed through his palm and reached his face. Her warmth had always been something he missed. The fury that was originally rolling in her chest strangely began to recede bit by bit because of her words …    

    

"Must we finish the decorations?" he asked, looking up at her.    

    

"If I resign now, I'll have to pay 300 thousand, and I won't be able to do similar jobs for five years." "I love interior design, and I don't want to give up five years for it," she said.    

    

This time's incident had taught her a lesson.    

    

"You don't feel anything for Ye Nanqing, do you?" he said again.    

    

She was startled. This was what she had told him before, and now, it was the same. Xia Huanhuan nodded.    

    

He closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against her palm. "Then you must never have feelings for him. Huanhuan, never …"    

    

His expression was attached to something, but his voice was ice-cold.    

    

Lu Xiaorong still saw the kiss mark on Xia Huanhuan's neck. Lu Xiaorong teased, "Did Jun Ziyan leave them here?"    

    

Xia Huanhuan's face turned red and she laughed.    

    

"Speaking of which, do you know of any strange rumors occurring in Jun Family?" Lu Xiaorong suddenly pulled on Xia Huanhuan's arm seriously.    

    

"You mean Jun Ziyan's family?" Xia Huanhuan blinked, waiting to hear what her good friend had to say next.    

    

"Of course." Lu Xiaorong rolled her eyes and immediately said, "I heard 45 was a year old with a long lifespan. Normally, Jun's who have lived past 45 years old would have died a long time ago, but it seems that in every generation, there are people who died before they reached 45 years old. Their cause of death is all kinds of strange things.    

    

"Online?" Xia Huanhuan had always been able to read all the gossip online, but she had never believed it.    

    

"Sigh, I went online today and curiously searched for Jun Family. In the end, I accidentally found this kind of information, and that thread was written with quite a bit of logic and even listed a few examples from generations of Jun's." Lu Xiaorong said.    

    

Although Xia Huanhuan had known Jun Ziyan for a long time, she had never heard of such a thing from Jun Ziyan's mouth. However, the post that Lu Xiaorong found out, in Xia Huanhuan's opinion, was exactly like that.    

    

Is there anyone in a generation who doesn't live to be 45? If it's true, if it's Jun Ziyan... This kind of thought, just thinking about it made her feel fear and trepidation.    

    

Lu Xiaorong saw her good friend's expression so she quickly said, "But I can't completely believe the gossip and stuff like that." "It might just be a coincidence, if someone wanted to use it, they would use it."    

    

"Maybe." Xia Huanhuan replied.    

    

"Anyway, if you let Jun Ziyan do more physical examinations, as long as you don't get into a serious illness, how would you survive for 45 years old?" Lu Xiaorong held up her suggestion.    

    

Hospital? Xia Huanhuan couldn't help but laugh. Jun Ziyan always hated going to the hospital the most because he had been there too many times before …    

    

When Xia Huanhuan saw Jun Ziyan again, for some reason, she suddenly thought, this man standing in front of her, will he not live past 45 years old?    

    

It was as if she'd never thought that he would die.    

    

"What are you thinking about?" Jun Ziyan asked.    

    

"Every single generation of Jun Family, will there be people who can't live past 45 years old?" she asked.    

    

"Where did you hear that?"    

    

"I saw a thread online mentioning it, so I wanted to ask you." She hesitated for a moment before replying. The change in his expression had also unwittingly made her believe in the contents of the post.    

    

He pondered for a moment before suddenly saying, "If I can't find someone to rely on in my entire life, even if I live past the age of 45, so what?"    

    

As she listened, she had a feeling that she didn't quite understand what he meant.    

    

"Huanhuan, the people from the Jun Family have been searching for someone to rely on for their entire lives. "If you can't find it, you will rather die." He whispered in her ear, low, like a whisper.    

    

She stared. Could Jun Family people be like this? This family with some sort of mystery and fame. They were secretly called the darling of the heavens, but would they be so persistent in finding someone to rely on?    

    

He was so persistent that if he couldn't find him, he would rather die?!