Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 993 - 989: My Surname, Your Given Name (1)

After pulling the blanket over herself, Xiyan tried to lull herself back to sleep.

But who knew she would toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.

It was truly frustrating.

Not until it was nearly dawn did she groggily fall back asleep.

Fortunately, the filming task in M Country was already completed; otherwise, she would have been listless all day today.

It was almost noon when Xiyan finally walked out of the room.

Who knew that as soon as she opened the door, she would see Ou Jue, arms crossed, sitting there with an air of command.

His gaze was fixed unblinkingly on Xiyan’s bedroom door.

Xiyan took a step back in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Ou Jue looked at her intensely and slowly uttered three words, "Guarding you."

He was worried that she might actually leave silently, as Qianze feared, because her emotions hadn’t exploded but were repressed.

Because of his concern, he just stayed and watched over her.

He didn’t want to give her a chance to leave his sight again.

Seeing the faint red in the depths of the man’s profound, clear eyes, Xiyan pursed her lips.

The two of them stared at each other for several seconds.

Finally, Xiyan looked away, "You really don’t need to do this."

If only we had known, we wouldn’t be here now.

Ever since Anna completely burst into the world of her and Ou Jue.

Her heart had been shattered piece by piece by one incident after another.

How can a broken mirror be made whole again?

Ou Jue stood up straight, his voice hoarse, "You’re saying this because you care about me?"

"I don’t." Xiyan’s eyes were calm and unruffled, "I just don’t want you to waste your efforts; anyway, I’ve given up, so I don’t want to be disturbed by you again."

"If you’ve truly given up..." Ou Jue leaned slightly, his eyes level with hers, reaching out to tousle her hair, "How could your heart still be disturbed by me?"

Xiyan paused slightly.

"I still remember you telling me." Ou Jue’s voice was as rich as centuries-old wine, "When you’re angry, you tell me to stay away, but your heart is shouting for me to hold you tighter, even tighter."

With that, he stretched out his arms and hugged her tightly, "Is this enough?"

Xiyan took a deep breath and looked away, "Let me go."

"No." There was a hint of dominance, yet it was like a child guarding its cherished possession.

"By doing this, you’re only making me not want to see you more."

Ou Jue’s hand stopped; the man who feared nothing was truly threatened time and again by these words.

He released her.

Xiyan walked around him, expressionless, leaving without looking back.

Ou Jue turned his head, following the girl’s figure with his eyes.

From the very first moment he found her, she had worn a mask of indifference.

She wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t smile.

She was like a puppet stripped of all emotions.

Though it had only been two days.

The cheerful girl who once laughed heartily, acted cute, and teased seemed like a distant memory from another century.

Yin Qianze walked in from the corner of the corridor, seeing Ou Jue leaning despondently against the wall.

He approached, his expression slightly stern, "This won’t work."

That girl, outwardly calm, was actually repressing everything within.

Crying or smiling, she must be allowed to release it all.