The Last One Standing: My Proud, Adorable Wife

I didn't dare look back to see if anyone was chasing me. In my panic, I stumbled into a room and locked the door without a second thought. I leaned against it, then turned around and saw Qiao Yichen sitting on the sofa. He must have just finished showering. Warm golden light shone down on him, making the little droplets in his hair sparkle like diamonds. A bathrobe hung loosely on his body. He looked utterly languid, but his gaze was as sharp as a knife.

"I'm sorry... Mr. Qiao..." I couldn't bring myself to look at him as I grabbed the doorknob. "I'll leave right now..."

"Have you forgotten what I told you?" Qiao Yichen crossed the room in a few steps and pinched my chin, forcing me to meet his deep eyes. "Since when has this been a place you can come and go as you please?"

Before I could turn the doorknob, Qiao Yichen pinned me against the door...