The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 55

Upon hearing Qin Hanyue's words, Qiao Ying did not react at all, and seemed unwilling to respond. Her gaze was still fixed on the distant Headquarters of God's Armed Forces.

Suddenly she noticed something, so she turned her head back.

Just then, she saw that at the very end of their convoy, not too near yet not too far away, a truck, the most common local vehicle, was following them...

Qiao Ying withdrew her gaze calmly, then slowly turned her head back towards Qin Hanyue. Sitting casually and leisurely, she finally responded unhurriedly to Qin Hanyue's words, "Mr. Qin has been inside there?"

These words sounded familiar to Qin Hanyue - weren't they exactly the same as what he had asked her earlier about whether she had been inside the fighting arena?

Qin Hanyue said, "I've been there. The scenery is quite good."

The two gave completely opposite replies, but in the same style.

They exchanged smiles, each harboring ulterior motives.

Qiao Ying barely held back the urge to scoff. They had a tacit understanding, both continuing to follow their own scripts.

More than an hour later, the convoy stopped outside the only five-star hotel in town.

The valet hurried forward to park their cars.

"Oh how forgetful I am, I forgot to help Miss Qiao get her luggage," Qin Hanyue suddenly remembered only after getting out of the car.

Qiao Ying responded, "No luggage, I'm backpacking."

What a backpacker, coming to backpack in the northwest region of Continent M. Qin Hanyue thought it sounded more and more preposterous.

Qiao Ying continued, "So I'll have to trouble Mr. Qin to help arrange some clean clothes for me to change into."

Following Qiao Ying's lead, Qin Hanyue's gaze discreetly glanced over her body twice, "I'll have the hotel front desk send them to Miss Qiao's room later."

The group then entered the hotel and took the elevator up to the top floor.

Qin Hanyue escorted them to the door, "I'm right next door to Miss Qiao. If Miss Qiao needs anything, please come find me anytime."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Qin."

"You're welcome."

After Qiao Ying entered, Qin Yan immediately reported to Qin Hanyue, "Young Master, a car had been following us the whole way. They must be up to no good. These people really are bold."

"They're not coming after us," Qin Hanyue said.

"Then who are they after?" Qin Yan asked, puzzled. Then he saw Qin Hanyue raise his eyes to glance meaningfully at Qiao Ying's tightly shut door. It went without saying.

Qin Yan was shocked, "Her?"

Qin Hanyue: "Look into it, and send more men over."

Qin Yan: "Yes, Young Master."

Meanwhile, Qiao Ying looked around the magnificent presidential suite while pacing to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

Upon reaching the windows, with a downward glance, she happened to see over a dozen tall, sturdy men entering the hotel lobby...

They had followed her all the way from the fighting arena, and now brazenly followed her into the hotel. It seemed they were determined to take her life tonight.

In the next room, Qin Hanyue loosened his tie and took off his suit jacket, preparing to take a bath.

Just then, there was a knock at his door.

The disturbed Qin Hanyue frowned unhappily.

However, when he opened the door and saw who it was, his expression quickly reverted to normal, and even warmed up.

"Miss Qiao, what's the matter?"

The man had shed his suit and tie, and was only wearing a high quality white undershirt on top. Two buttons were left tantalizingly undone, fully revealing his sexy Adam's apple, and a corner of his clavicle was vaguely visible at the collar.

Gone was some of the forbidding coldness, replaced by a lazy, casual allure.

This man really was...

Adhering to the principle of looking one's fill since it was free, Qiao Ying shamelessly feasted her eyes on the man's body.

She spoke very candidly, "Mr. Qin said earlier that if I needed anything I could come to you, and now I do have a need."

On her face was an obligatory smile and a touch of appropriate shyness.

Something's not right, Qin Hanyue thought to himself.

"Please go ahead, Miss Qiao."

"The room is too big, I'm a little scared to sleep alone, so could I..."

Scared? This excuse was clearly too contrived.

Qin Hanyue couldn't help raising his brows slightly, his tone mocking, "What?"

"Could I stay in Mr. Qin's room for the night? The room is so big, I won't disturb Mr. Qin."

Qin Hanyue's dark eyes widened slightly, his expression subtle, "Are you sure, Miss Qiao?"

Qiao Ying: "I really am scared."

Qin Hanyue put away his superfluous expressions, smiling ambiguously at the girl in the doorway, "As a grown man I naturally don't mind, but Miss Qiao as a young lady..."

"I don't mind, I can sleep on the couch."

"Miss Qiao trusts me so much? Aren't you afraid that I might..."

"A man of your caliber wouldn't be interested in me."

With the conversation going in this direction, Qin Hanyue could only laugh and gentlemanly step aside to let her in. He closed the door behind them.

"Miss Qiao can go take a bath now if you want." Qin Hanyue said to the girl whose eyes had been staring at the liquor cabinet ever since she entered.

"Mr. Qin can go first, my clothes haven't been delivered yet."

"Then I'll go shower first. Please make yourself at home, Miss Qiao."

The bathroom was in the bedroom. After Qin Hanyue went in, only Qiao Ying was left in the living room.

Just then, Qiao Ying walked over to the liquor cabinet.

Presidential suites were just different - these liquors were all expensive brands.

Qiao Ying was the type who craved alcohol at the sight of good wine. Aside from cars and weapons in her collection, there was also wine.

Standing in front of the cabinet, Qiao Ying thought that Master Qin was rich and generous, he probably wouldn't mind if she drank a couple bottles of his wine.

If anything, she could always pay him back later.

After a while,

Qiao Ying's sharp ears picked up knocking sounds next door.

It was the room beside them.

She opened the door and indeed saw the hotel front desk staff holding large and small bags, knocking on the door of the adjacent room.

Qiao Ying: "Delivering clothes?"

"Are...are you Miss Qiao?" The front desk staff asked uncertainly, looking up at the room number.

"That's me, I'll take them." Qiao Ying reached out to grab the bags.

"And there's also this..." The front desk staff was still holding two more bags, and glanced up at the room number again.

"Mr. Qin's? I'll take those too." Qiao Ying took Qin Hanyue's bags along with hers.

Qin Hanyue came out after showering.

Qiao Ying stood at the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, overlooking the view below. Hearing movement behind her, she didn't respond.

Until the man spoke, "Don't worry Miss Qiao, the security here is very good. No terrorists will get in."

He was implying something.

Qiao Ying turned around and saw the man with damp short hair, holding a towel in his hand. He was wearing only a white bathrobe, the collar slightly open, exposing muscular, well-defined chest lines. The loose waist tie gave tantalizing glimpses of his abs.

"Your clothes." Qiao Ying lightly jerked her chin towards the sofa.

Qin Hanyue looked over, and his gaze was immediately drawn to the red wine on the bar counter. The bottle was already half empty.

Glancing again at the empty wine bottle cabinet - the one Qiao Ying had taken from - it was the most expensive bottle.

Just then, he heard Qiao Ying say, "Sorry, I was a little thirsty and didn't see any water, so I opened a bottle of wine."

Qin Hanyue just smiled, not bothered by it, and reminded her, "The water is over there in the corner." Then suddenly he asked, "Miss Qiao is of age, right?"

Following his words, Qiao Ying looked towards the corner and saw an upright water dispenser, half the height of a person, obvious for even a blind person to see. Before she could give a perfunctory response, she heard Qin Hanyue's next question.

Qiao Ying looked back at him, "Hmm?"

Why was he asking this?