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Such close proximity made Camille react greatly, and her whole body

followed and got up to pull away from Ayan, a face held red, under her

eyes was the coldness of dissatisfaction, and her voice said

indifferently, "No, I'm fine, I'm going to sleep now, so don't disturb me."

Her indifference and overreaction also made Ayan notice something

different.

He pressed, "What's wrong with you?"

If it was just a suspicion, then at this moment it is quite certain that she

is not because she is not feeling well, but because she has an opinion

about him.

But Camille simply said, "Not much."

"Camille!" he shouted in a low voice, his eyebrows were also tightly

knitted, and he gazed at her with a look of helplessness taking her not

knowing what to do: "Speak, what is wrong with you?"

“I'm going to say it if you tell me to? That's a little too cheap, isn't it?"

Camille sneered, and then she was ready to lie down again.

But Ayan reached out and clutched her wrist, then pulled her whole

body into his arms.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the bottom of his deep eyes revealed a

gaze, and his low, dumb voice said, "Did I provoke you?"

This distance is too intimate, Camille kept struggling, he simply held her

down on the bed and did not allow her to move.

He said, "Try moving a little more."

Camille's eyes were filled with coldness as she said, "Ayan, you let go

of me."

Naturally he refused to do so.

Not only did they refuse, but they moved closer to her, their breaths

twisting together, heating up the air in the room.

His bony fingers gently squeezed her jaw and said in a dumb voice,

"Are you going to say it or not? I'm going to kiss you if you don't say it,

or do you want me to?"

Such a mouthful plus cheekiness annoyed Camille to no end; she had

never found Ayan so annoying.

How come she didn't notice it before?

Oh, it was all a filter before because it was full of him.

He obviously doesn't like her, so why does he have to do this?

Is it because you think she's too easy to compromise?

Camille eyes a meal, under the eyes is full of cold, she is no ripple spit

out a sentence: "If you need a woman to relieve physical needs you

should not come here."

Ayan's face immediately became cold and gloomy with the phrase relief

of physical needs.

But on second thought, his thin lips outlined a sneer, although he didn't

just find out today that Camille could speak to zap people's hearts, but

it has to be said that she did know what to say to make him as sick as if

he had eaten mustard.

His dark eyes stared straight at her and said, "So where do you think I

should go?"

“You can go wherever you want, not here anyway, and if you feel that

this layer of false identity we maintain for the sake of cooperation is

getting in your way, then you can just announce the real situation,

which will also help you find other women."

"Camille," his low voice called out her name, the tip of his tongue

slightly against his cheek a shadowy coldness covered his entire

handsome face, and said slowly, word for word, "I think it would be

more comfortable for you to keep that mouth closed.”

After saying that, he leaned straight over and kissed her lips.

The kiss wasn't Camille's to get the upper hand from the start, so she

was completely passive.

His kiss was not gentle at all, but more like he was punishing her for

her displeasure with these words and her attitude just now.

She had no chance to dodge, much less any chance to struggle.

Just passively accept the kiss that made her suffocate with lack of

oxygen for a while.

What he didn't know was that Camille had been looking for an

opportunity, probably because she felt her tense body relaxing, so the

movement of her lips slowly became lighter, which led to Camille

catching the opportunity.

The lips and teeth are full of the taste of blood, but Ayan does not care

about the pain, but hooked lips smile: “You move a little more?"

The implied meaning of his words and the poised response irritated

Camille to no end.

Her hands waved recklessly, and her whole body was so emotional that

she said, "Ayan, get out of here!"

Her emotions all exploded in this some.

Her hands were clenched into fists, then she raised her hand to push

Ayan away, but her nails, which hadn't been trimmed since she arrived

here, scratched his cheek and a distinct red mark immediately

appeared.

The scene made both of them freeze, but Camille didn't regret it, she

gave her a cold look and then pushed the person away directly, she

said coldly: "Ayan, if you don't mind everyone knowing about it then you

can try!"

She stopped talking and turned around leaving him with a backdrop.

The atmosphere in the room fell into a stony silence, Ayan naturally did

not move again, but only looked deeply at her.

What's wrong with her?

He thought about it carefully, and ultimately could not figure out exactly

what it was because of?

After all, it was fine during the day, was it because of the way he

treated the kid?

Ayan sighed silently, then got up and left the bed to go back to his

bunk.

Feeling his movements, Camille's tense body then gradually relaxed.

A dreamless night.

The next morning the group got on the bus to the departure airport.

Once in the car, the crowd put on their blindfolds and continued to

sleep, arriving in town already close to noon.

Everyone had a quick bite to eat in town before leaving for the airport,

but Camille volunteered, "You guys eat, I'm not hungry, I want to sleep

some more."

After saying that, without waiting for Ayan to say anything, she had

already pulled down the blindfold sideways again.

Ayan gave her a deep look, then led the crowd to a nearby restaurant.

But a moment later, the car door opened again and Kian came over

with the meal: "Ma'am, Master Simpson asked me to bring it to you,

Master Simpson said to eat more or less, he still has to go to the airport

later.”

“I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat, you take it back or it's a waste

to put it in the car."

Camille responded in a low voice, she did have little strength and even

less appetite, so she didn't want to eat.

Kian didn't dare to disturb any more and took the meal back to the

restaurant.

Ayan was standing in front of the restaurant, and he looked at the meal

in Kian's hand and understood what it meant.

Kian whispered, "Master Simpson, the lady probably wasn't hungry, so

she said no."

Ayan took the meal: "Well, I see, you go in and eat!"

His voice was low, without any anger or emotion, and then he himself

returned to the car again with the meal.

The car door was pulled open, Camille thought it was Kian again, so

she didn't even think about it and just said, "I'm really not hungry, take it

back, I'm sleepy, I want to take a nap, is that okay?"

Ayan slightly narrowed his eyes, directly into the car, and then had the

car door closed.

She took the seat next to Camille and said in a gentle voice, "Get up

and eat before you sleep, it won't take you more than a few minutes.”

The response was not Kian but the low familiar voice of a man, which

made Camille shut up for a moment without response.

She closed her eyes and wrinkled her brow, and her heart asked, "Why

is he here?