Although this house is uninhabited, itās fully furnished, and everything is still here. The previous owner left a lot of things behind.
The standard of this place is comparable to the apartment villa where Xiao Man used to live; its decorations are also very luxurious.
If this entire building belongs to Mo Jun Tianās family, it seems heās a second-generation rich kid. Otherwise, he wouldnāt have mentioned that Qu Leqi had once lain in his arms.
Considering Qu Leqiās personality, itās still possible.
They have collaborated a few times, and she knows that Leqi is someone who takes shortcuts.
Mo Jun Tian walked around the house, checked everywhere, and said, "They just moved out not long ago. Thereās no dust accumulation; itās very clean. It seems... it wonāt be a problem to sleep here tonight."
After he finished speaking, his eyes glanced towards Heather and he gave a smile.
Heather immediately shot him a glare: "Youād better get rid of any dirty thoughts in your head. Disability is a minor issue, but losing your life is serious."
"Tsk..." Mo Jun Tian stepped back in mock fear, "Got it, got it. I wouldnāt dare."
Heather leaned on the sofa, propping her feet up on the coffee table, far from the image of a lady, resting with her eyes closed.
"Even if you donāt have good looks, you canāt just let yourself go and abandon your image, right? Is it really okay for a woman to sit like this?"
"Thereās nothing wrong with it. Over two months ago, I decided to be the real me. In the days I have left, Iāll live however I want."
"?" Mo Jun Tian was taken aback, "You make it sound like youāre about to die. Are you terminally ill?"
Heather continued to rest with her eyes closed, not bothering to answer him.
Mo Jun Tian didnāt dare to disturb her, afraid that a single wrong word might lead her to twist his neck.
This girlās temper is not at all pleasant.
Mo Jun Tian paced back and forth against the wall, even pressing his ear to it to listen for any noises.
"Strange... Could the soundproofing be that good? I canāt hear anything at all."
At this moment, Heather also opened her eyes and looked in his direction.
Catching her gaze, Mo Jun Tian smiled again: "You must be quite curious about the progress too, right?"
"Which eye of yours sees me being interested?"
"Bothāow! What are you doing!" Before he could finish, Heather stood up with lightning speed, scaring him to the wall.
"Iāll gouge out your eyes! Theyāre useless anyway."
Mo Jun Tian gave a wry smile: "Sister, donāt be so violent. Sometimes... you canāt always be too true to yourself, right? Occasionally, you should remember what you used to be like."
"What I used to be..."
I donāt know anymore.
If I were just an ordinary person, could I have withstood so much slander?
Perhaps that "Xiao Man" really couldnāt bear the pressure and would have committed suicide?
Mo Jun Tian seemed to perceive something, slowly walking over: "Heather, do you have a story? If youāre feeling uncomfortable, why donāt you tell me your story? How about I be your listener?"
"Storytelling isnāt for you, but I can put you first in line for an ear-cutting."
"I know! You just intimidate me with words, you wouldnāt really do anything to me. Sharp tongue but a soft heart, thatās exactly what people say about you."
Heather suddenly smiled: "Who says? I have a sharp tongue and a sharp heart, do you knowā"
She then stood up and walked over.
Heather is quite tall among women, but still slightly shorter than Mo Jun Tian, needing to look up at him.
Yet even while looking up, she did not lose her imposing presence.
"Do you know... Iāve killed someone?"