<h4>Chapter 1270: Chapter 1283</h4>


    Ling Muye stood up, his robe fell open, revealing a section of tanned, firm chest muscles. Xia Yunxi sneaked a nce at him, pouting, her eyes misted with ayer of confusion.


    She quietly stepped forward, tugged at Ling Muye’s sleeve, and said resentfully, "Why so fierce all of a sudden."


    "Get back to your room."


    With a loud bang, the corridor instantly darkened as he mercilessly pushed her out the door.


    Xia Yunxi stood stunned, a gust of wind brushed her face, and the door closed just an inch from her nose. Suddenly, she raised her hand, wanting to pound on the door in anger.


    After a while, she restrained her desire to bang on the door and turned back to her room angrily.


    Feeling frustrated by her unsessful initiative, she stared at herself in the mirror for a long time. Her figure was well-proportioned, and although the cuteness she exuded didn’t quite match the sexy nightwear, she was still considered pretty. Yet, she failed to stir even a tiny desire in him?


    She reached out and pinched her chubby, doll-like cheeks, pouting as she angrily removed her nightwear. The silky nightgown felt truly ufortable on her body.


    After a while, Xia Yunxi tossed and turned in bed.


    Feeling an unquenchable anger inside, it took quite some time before she resigned herself and put the nightwear back on, sneaking back into Ling Muye’s room.


    Under the faint moonlight, she buried herself deep under the covers, her heart anxious and tense, twisting the fine silk duvet in her hands, which soon turned into a tangled mess like her emotions.


    With a click, the door opened; he was back.


    Ling Muye’s usually indifferent expression turned three degrees sharper as he reached for the light switch. His dark eyes suddenly tightened, a faint milky fragrance lingering at his nostrils.


    Ling Muye frowned, ncing at the lump on the bed; his face turned even more sour. He strode over, yanked the covers off, revealing the shy, petite figure gazing at him.


    Somehow, his throat tightened, and his gaze darkened as he looked into her eyes.


    Xia Yunxi bit her lower lip, her limpid starry eyes filled with inexplicable emotions as she gazed at him.


    The next moment, she was suddenly lifted into the air.


    Ling Muye unceremoniously carried her out, showing no tenderness at all, and cruelly threw her to the ground, "Get out."


    With a bang, he shut her out again.


    Feeling inexplicably choked up, she pointed at the door indignantly, "Ling Muye, are you even a man!"


    After a while, she nced down at her own hand, her heart skipped, quickly retracting her extended middle finger! That was close, lucky he didn’t hear it.


    Suddenly, the door mmed open, two long legs stood before her, Ling Muye looking down at her with a mocking nce, "Xia Yunjin, don’t think that just because you reced your sister, I would treat you like I did her. A woman who unscrupulously caused her sister’s death is truly disgusting."


    Xia Yunxi looked up at him in confusion.


    After speaking, the corridor darkened again.


    Xia Yunxi bit her lower lip, a surge of sorrow and indignation flooded her heart. Clenching her fists tightly, her body trembled violently.


    The next day.


    Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, a gentle breeze caressed her, carrying a hint of chill.


    Xia Yunxiy in bed, her eyshes fluttered slightly, slowly opening her hazy eyes.


    Staring at the ceiling for a long time, feeling dazed, until she recognized her surroundings, she came back to reality. She was no longer at the Xia Family.


    Xia Yunxi got dressed, stood in front of the mirror, pondering for a long time. Today, she still had to repeat the story ofst night, to continue seducing that iceberg-cold man, though she also held a grudge against the harsh fall fromst night.


    She found a bottle of unbranded perfume from her treasure box, her most sessful creation, sprayed some on herself, then, shed a tantalizing smile, practicing several seductive nces in the mirror before heading downstairs.


    Walking very slowly, as if admiring the paintings in the corridor, her mind was still figuring how to seduce while also ying a trick on him.


    In the dining room, Ling Muye was elegantly having breakfast, upon hearing her, he merely raised his eyelids slightly, not really looking at her.


    "Young Madam, you’re awake. Sit down and have breakfast." The nanny came out from the kitchen, carrying steaming porridge, greeting Xia Yunxi warmly.


    "Okay," Xia Yunxi sneaked a nce at Ling Muye sitting at the main seat of the table.


    Walking with graceful steps, she arrived at the dining room but did not sit in her seat, instead...


    She sat in Ling Muye’sp.


    "Darling, did you sleep wellst night?"


    "Miss Xia, what are you doing?"


    "Ling Muye, I want to talk to you?" Xia Yunxi’s heart skipped a beat. Was her information wrong? How could this guy have no reaction to the garlic scent and act soposed?


    "I don’t think we’re familiar enough for you to call me by my name."


    Xia Yunxi’s hand suddenly paused, watching the tenderness in his eyes fade, yet she had no intention of getting up. She cleared her throat, shed a smile, "Mr. Ling, may we talk?"


    "No time."


    "Or, we can discuss in another way," her restless hand reaching for the third button again.


    Suddenly, Ling Muye grabbed her wrist forcefully, pushing her aside, "If you don’t want to eat, then leave. Don’t be an eyesore here."


    Ling Muye’s face darkened, looking at the food before him, the garlic scent lingering at his nose tip, losing his appetite instantly. He tossed the half-bitten bun aside, stood up, and left the dining room.


    Seeing that he had no interest in her at all, Xia Yunxi cursed inwardly, while also secretly pleased from the little prank. This round was a draw.