The whole villa is now very quiet, so quiet that there is no sound at all, and it is so depressing that it is suffocating.
Ye Wuyou looked at Yang Xiaoshuang, then raised his hand and drank the water in the cup slowly.
Yang Xiaoshuang's face was cold and there was no emotion at all. She threw the bloody fruit knife into the trash can, then squatted down and started to deal with the blood dripping on the ground.
She wiped the blood very carefully and attentively, not missing a single crack, and soon the floor was as smooth as ever.
Ye San was stabbed in the vital part and is now in the hospital with his life or death uncertain. However, the two of them were very calm, as if nothing had happened just now.
At this time, Ye Wuyou put down the cup and stepped forward. He stretched out his slender fingers and gently pinched Yang Xiaoshuang's chin, forcing her to raise her head and look at him.
Yang Xiaoshuang looked at him without any aversion in her eyes.
As her name suggests, this 18-year-old girl has a cold temperament and seems to be unable to smile. Her back is always straight, and she exudes an isolated and stubborn attitude because of her young age.
Now Ye Wuyou could see the cruelty in her almond-shaped eyes. When Ye San wanted to rape her just now, she could stab him with the knife without hesitation.
Ye Wuyou curled her thin lips and said, "Who sent you here? Let me guess, Xia Xiwan? No, Xia Xiwan wouldn't push a girl to me, that is... Lu Hanting?"
"
Yang Xiaoshuang said nothing.
"Did I guess wrong? I just need a maid here. You all know that Ye San is a lecherous person and you are exactly what he wants, so Lu Hanting used Ye San to send you here. What will you do next?
Are you going to steal the recipe for beautiful women from me?"
Yang Xiaoshuang looked at Ye Wuyou. Now Ye Wuyou was smiling, playing in a condescending manner, and those blue eyes were faint and exuding a sickly light.
He had guessed everything and was now watching her next performance with great interest.
Yang Xiaoshuang was expressionless. She turned her head and got rid of his fingers that were holding her chin. Then she stood up and washed her hands clean.
Turning off the faucet, she turned around and began to take off her clothes in front of him.
She was wearing a black T-shirt, which was torn by Ye San just now. She raised her hand and took off the black T-shirt, revealing the white vest underneath.
Wearing a white vest, she continued to work. Three dishes and one soup were already prepared. She served all the delicious meals with full color, aroma and flavor, and put another bowl of rice on the dining table.
After doing all this, Yang Xiaoshuang looked at Ye Wuyou. Ye Wuyou didn't move. He kept standing in a dimly lit corner with one hand in his trouser pocket and his body lazily leaning against the wall, but his blue eyes were naked.
It fell directly on the white vest on her body, and then slowly went down, sweeping over her flat belly and a pair of slender legs.
Seeing her looking over, he didn't feel the slightest bit embarrassed about being caught. He just focused his gaze on her pretty face and asked, "Why don't you speak, little mute?"
Yang Xiaoshuang still didn't say anything, she turned and left. Before leaving, she reached out and took away the black coat he hung on the hanger, and her slender figure quickly disappeared into the dark night outside.
Ye Wuyou raised his eyebrows with interest. He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of her cooking. It was surprisingly delicious.