It was almost dawn when Dean and an exhausted Ye Ye got into the car to return to the hotel. Ye Ye leaned on Dean’s shoulder and fell asleep as soon as she got in. Dean noticed the girl beside him breathing evenly, smiled, and laid her down on his lap. He gazed at Ye Ye, who looked like a pure infant, with a gentleness he had never shown before, though he himself was unaware of it. The car soon reached the hotel’s underground parking. Ye Ye was still sleeping soundly. Dean carried her into the elevator that went straight to the presidential suite on the top floor. Back in his room, he laid Ye Ye gently on his large bed, carefully removed her clothes, leaving only her underwear, fetched a towel from the bathroom, spread it on the bed, and placed Ye Ye on it, covering her with a blanket to prevent any menstrual leakage. Then he turned and went to the bathroom. After washing up, Dean returned to the bed, slipped under the covers, and lay down beside Ye Ye. He found it strange; even though he was married, he and his wife always had separate rooms, and he would only visit her for intimacy, never allowing a woman to stay overnight in his bed, let alone one who was menstruating, a situation where even his wife would not be close to him. He could easily have taken Ye Ye to her own room! But now, here he was, holding a girl he had known for less than a day, who couldn’t do anything with him because of her period, and he didn’t mind at all, just holding her and falling asleep. Dean couldn’t figure out what was happening to him; he had seen many beautiful women, and although Ye Ye could be considered the most beautiful Eastern woman he had ever met, it shouldn’t have been enough to make him abandon his principles!
“Yan Ting… don’t go… brother… I hate you… Yan Ting… I like you… Yan Ting…” Ye Ye murmured in her sleep.
