Ye Xiaoyu pushed away his embrace and carefully crawled out of bed, fumbling around on the floor for a while without finding her shoes. Fortunately, there was heated flooring, so it wasn't cold. She decided to go barefoot and walked around the room.
Anjue stood nearby with his arms crossed, watching her little movements, feeling quite satisfied.
Like he was controlling her life, guiding her.
"Forward."
"Left."
"The door is on your left side."
"Careful, there are stairs."
He wanted to support her several times but was pushed away, so he lazily kept his arms crossed, pointing out directions while staring at her every move, controlling her. What harm was there in giving her a bit of freedom?
Ye Xiaoyu memorized the layout of the house in her mind; the setup seemed familiar, reminiscent of somewhere she'd seen before – the sofa, coffee table, dining table, and the kitchen...
"Where am I now?"
"In the place you lived two years ago."
"..."
Looking back, it felt unpleasant.
