The air seemed to freeze at his words, the only sound the continuous echo of running water.
One of the two males stood while the other sat. Their expressions were different, but the looks they exchanged were both filled with hostility.
Baili Jing sized up the disheveled boy, then suddenly turned, closed the door, and walked straight to the sofa to sit down.
"Don't you understand, old man?" Gu Nian blinked his big, beautiful eyes. "Qingli is staying with me tonight. Don't get in the way."
"Some lies are fine for deceiving others, but you shouldn't deceive yourself."
The young man lifted his gaze, his voice light. "Your body is injured, but your face is perfectly clean. The wounds are deep, yet they precisely avoid any arteries—far too neat and clean. Also, the perfume Yi Nuo wears is exclusive to the Jiang Family's servants. You forgot to air yourself out."
"Your disguise is too clumsy. If you were on a film set, you'd be fired by the second day."
