Chapter 422: 424 Play with excitement (29)_1
Seeing that her clothes were intact, she took a deep breath of relief and then realized she was sitting in a taxi.
A taxi?
How did she end up in a taxi?
Panic surged for a moment, uncertain about where the taxi would take her.
Moreover, she felt so hot, as if some foreign substance was surging inside her, making her very uncomfortable.
"Miss, we’ve arrived," the taxi driver suddenly stopped and turned to look at Che Huan.
"Where is this?" Che Huan asked softly, her voice seeming to drift from the edge of the sky.
"Miss, didn’t you say to go to Nanyuan Villa? This is Nanyuan Villa. Can you walk by yourself now?"
The driver’s voice felt even farther away, as if it was floating through the clouds, while Che Huan looked at him intently, only to see a dark double image, unable to discern the driver’s features at all.
Is this still a dream?
Struggling to stand up, she bumped her head against the roof of the car and whimpered with pain, her brow furrowing.
Huo Bei, seeing that Che Huan was indeed drunk as a skunk, helped Che Huan out of the car, "Miss, is this the place?"
Che Huan murmured an "Mhm" in a daze.
Nanyuan Villa?
Could she also come here in her dreams?
What about the words she had heard before?
Where was Huo Jinyun?
Huo Bei pressed the doorbell, and seeing the housekeeper open the door, he said, "Miss, this is the place, right? Go on in."
The housekeeper glanced at Huo Bei, completely baffled, wondering what performance Huo Bei was putting on.
Huo Bei gestured for the housekeeper to help Che Huan upstairs.
Coming back to her senses, the housekeeper remembered the master had instructed her to make a sobering tea. She helped Che Huan sit on the couch and fed her the tea with a straw, softly asking, "Madam, are you feeling better?"
Che Huan leaned on the couch, her mind still hazy as she murmured an "Mhm," staring at the crystal chandelier overhead, her vision clearing up a bit.
Can’t she let go of him from her heart?
Even in her dreams, she found her way here?
The housekeeper noticed that Che Huan’s cheeks were not as red as before, "The master is upstairs, shall I help you up?"
Che Huan murmured an affirmation, thinking that this dream felt too real!
Half of her weight relied on the housekeeper, her steps unsteady as if floating in the air as she climbed the stairs.
But her vision wasn’t as blurred as before.
She could see every part of Nanyuan Villa clearly, exactly as it was in her memory, without any discrepancy.
They soon reached Huo Jinnan’s door.
She stood there, suddenly holding her breath.
The housekeeper glanced at Che Huan’s half-drunk, half-awake appearance and said, "The master is inside, Madam. Go on in."
The housekeeper felt the whole situation was very mysterious, somewhat unable to make heads or tails of it. She walked away but kept looking back, anxious that Miss Che might fall in the corridor.
But at this moment, does the master not wish to see her?
At the corner of the stairs, she stopped and looked toward that direction.
Che Huan bit her lip, gazing intently at the closed door, her head heavy, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.
Already diagnosed with a terminal illness, why be reserved?
With that thought, she raised her hand to knock on the door.
At the sound of the "creak," the door opened, and the body leaning against it suddenly lost its balance, crashing heavily into a wall.
And this wall was rather hard, causing her head to ache from the impact!
Looking up, she saw overlapping shadows pressing down on her, engulfing her within them.
She just kept looking up as the man’s handsome features emerged from the overlapping shadows, becoming clearer and clearer.
In that instant, she unabashedly smiled foolishly and blurted out without thinking, "Huo, shall we play a heart-racing game?"
