12 The drug

"I can't leave?" Ming Yue asked in a slightly annoyed voice, the lines on her fair forehead creased in dubiety as she stared at the man who stood before her with a distressed look on his.

Of course, it came to her notice that Wan Yi Jun has been acting out of place,

"But how dare you try to stop me from leaving this place?" She gnashed her teeth while her ice-cold gaze dug deep into him. It was evident that he got flustered before a woman and what else? She was very much familiar with the meaning underlining his 'weirdo' act.

Thanks to the weather, the awkward glances and the empty house, Wan Yi Jun got enticed by the presence of a woman.

Well, the correct term should be 'turned on' by her.

Even though Ming Yue acted cold and indifferent, she was aware of the damages that she could cause to the fragile hearts of men.

But she thought different of Wan Yi Jun. Being a police officer trained to restrain his emotions maintain an austere personality, Ming Yue thought he was different from the men who would easily fall prey to their carnal desires.

But he was not any better, especially when he began to gape at her like a museum exhibit.

"Don't tell me you are thinking of taking advantage of the situation and doing something indecent to a woman whom you just met." She wanted to say. However, just as she opened her mouth to warn him, Wan Yi Jun cut the chase.

"You look dirty."

Wan Yi Jun's husky voice echoed in the eerie room, surprising Ming Yue who, prepared razor-sharp words to attack him.

"Huh?" Dumbfounded by his statement, Ming Yue almost left her mouth open agape.

"I said, you look dirty."

With his handsome face scrunched up in distaste, Wan Yi Jun threw a shot of random fact at Ming Yue, who got mortified by his comment.

"How can you return home like this?" He complained as he sized the girl up top to bottom and slightly moved away from her.

"What did I expect from germaphobic young master Wan." She sniggered when she recalled Wan Yi Jun, who grew up as an absolute neat freak and germaphobe.

But how did he even become a police officer with his neat-freak character traits? It should be a mystery that needs to solve with the help of science and technology.

"Cough, cough." Wan Yi Jun cleared his throat and tried to turn Ming Yue's attention to her dress covered with dirt and grime.

Well, he had a point.

She did look like a wild buffalo wallowed in mud.

"What will others think if you go home like this?" Wan Yi Jun asked again as he fidgeted across the room, trying to search for something.

"Let me check if there are any clean rooms where you can get changed," He proposed and almost rushed towards the first room on the ground floor.

Luckily, the bedroom was better than the living room, with newly painted walls and brand-new mattresses and furniture.

"I don't understand. How can they clean this room and leave the living room looking like a pigsty?" He asked himself and checked the bathroom and the shower area in the renovated room.

"Thank God, they at least kept the towels and toiletries." He mumbled while checking the bathroom cupboards.

"For now, this room will be more than enough." He calculated and went outside to inform Ming Yue only to find her cleaning up the furniture.

"What are you doing?"

"You are allergic to dust." She replied flatly and wiped the dust off from the furniture, "So I thought I will help you out."

"You are not helping me by moving around with drenched clothes. That room is clean, go ahead and wash off the dirt and mud." Wan Yi Jun almost ordered in a steely voice and pointed at the room, leading Ming Yue before she could add her fair share to the mess in the living room.

"Everything will be in the cupboard, and in case if you can't find something, call me. I will wait outside." He instructed and immediately left the room, leaving the girl all alone.

Since she had no other options, Ming Yue went inside the bathroom to clean herself.

While Ming Yue took her leisure time to shower, Wan Yi Jun drove his car to the garage and took out his luggage from it.

However, when he stepped into the mansion, he halted his tracks and put down the bags on the couch in the living room.

Where will he keep his stuff?

He wasn't sure which room was cleaned, which one was not.

The room he checked was the one Ming Yue is currently using. How can he barge into the room while she is bathing?

Wan Yi Jun contemplated and decided to look around the ground floor to check how far the workers cleaned the mansion.

To his surprise, the kitchen and laundry room were kept clean.

On an overall deduction, the workers cleared out the rooms that were only necessary for a person, not the entire mansion- That's what exactly he asked them.

Well, he couldn't blame them, considering the size of the mansion and the time he had given for them.

It takes a big group of workers to clean the entire mansion.

Back in times, Wisteria gardens, being one of the elite families in the imperial city, had countless butlers and maids who took care of every single work in the household,

The random days with a hectic schedule often made Wan Yi Jun think about the possibilities of living like the only heir of the Wan family instead of becoming a police officer.

He could have lived like an emperor.

Wan Yi Jun sighed heavily as he pushed his thoughts aside and returned to the living room, hoping that Ming Yue would have finished showering by now.

Her clothes have completely toiled, and there is no way she could wear them without washing thoroughly.

After worrying for a moment, Wan Yi Jun opened the bag and took a pair of black hoodies and sweatpants.

"Maybe it will fit her." He picked up the clothes and went in the direction of the room.

"Wear th-"

Just as he raised his hand to knock, the door got open to reveal Ming Yue, who wrapped herself in a towel.

For a moment, Wan Yi Jun's brain froze as he subconsciously checked out the ravishing beauty who stood before him,

From the very first moment, he mistook her as the person in his heart, Wan Yi Jun tried to distract himself from the lustrous thoughts surging inside him.

But no matter how many times he turned a blind eye towards Ming Yue, she was getting into his nerves, like a drug.

Addictive, but lethal.