Nian Shen supported her.
"Tsk tsk," Mo Jun Tian lowered his voice, "This fall is so fake."
"So what if itās fake?" Heather dodged backwards and used Mo Jun Tian as a shield, "As long as it works on men, thatās all that matters. See, isnāt it effective?"
"It depends on the man. As for me, I canāt be fooled. I particularly despise this āwhite lotusā act."
Heather, dubiously, "Now you say that because you canāt have her. But if she were in your arms, could you still resist? Qu Leqi is quite beautiful, just considering her looks. Her figure isnāt bad either."
"Then you truly donāt know me. She has been in my arms before. Do I look like the type who would obsess over beauty?"
Heather glanced him up and down and couldnāt be bothered to continue the conversation.
"Canāt you hear, what are they talking about?"
Because they were a bit far away, and the voices were soft, they really couldnāt hear what was being said.
Heather stared intently in that direction and narrated, "Now Nian Shen is asking her: āAre you alright?ā"
"?" Mo Jun Tian looked at her strangely, "How do you know that? Can you read lips?"
Heather didnāt answer him and continued, "Qu Leqi says, āMr. Nian, I think Iāve sprained my ankle, can you carry me upstairs?ā"
"..." Mo Jun Tian darkly commented, "Iād bet a dollar that Qu Leqiās tone isnāt as cold as yours!"
"Theyāve gone up." Heather didnāt even bother with him.
Nian Shen agreed, and then carried her through the main entrance.
They didnāt look behind the entire time, nor did they notice Heather and Mo Jun Tian.
Once they went inside, Heather shook her head, "Mo Jun Tian, you can leave now."
Heather hopped off the motorcycle and dusted off her clothes.
Suddenly, Mo Jun Tian reached out and grabbed Heatherās collar; she turned around with a cold, sharp glare, frightening Mo Jun Tian into letting go: "Donāt be so sensitive..."
Perhaps she knew he was behind her?
The cold glare just now must have been a reflex. If she didnāt know it was him behind her, would she have pulled him down from the bike?
"I just wanted to ask, where are you going?"
"Itās none of your business now, just go. I owe you for the ride, Iāll repay you some other day," Heather thought for a moment, "As for how, letās put it this way, if you need help someday, come to me, Iāll definitely help."
"What could I possibly need your help with! Seriously, where are you going?" Mo Jun Tian also got off the bike, following her, "Youāre not actually following Qu Leqi, are you? Is it because of that man?"
Heather didnāt answer him and just kept walking.
But after a few steps, she stopped again.
There was a security guard at the entrance; it was impossible to go in openly now.
"Do you like him?" Mo Jun Tian continued to probe relentlessly, "Not to discourage you, but you see, that kind of man only likes weak, āwhite lotusā type women like Qu Leqi. You might have a chance if you were a beauty, but with those scars on your face..."
Heather gave him another cold glare: "Wonāt shut your mouth?"
He had just noticed that she seemed to want to go inside.
"Do you want to go in? Canāt find a way? Iāll help you!"
"Heyā"
Without another word, Mo Jun Tian grabbed Heatherās hand and started walking towards that direction.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh, Iām taking you in."
Strangely, nobody stopped him; he waved at someone inside, and the door opened.
Could it be... what a coincidence, does he live here too?