He suddenly fell silent.
Yan Chuan covered his mouth, his eyes wide in disbelief, as if he had just voiced something he couldn’t believe himself.
According to Duncan, everyone who had been involved in the car incident was a suspect, so wasn’t the child brought by Madam Lan also one?
Yan Chuan frowned.
“What’s the matter?” Duncan caught an unusual implication from Yan Chuan’s expression. “Are you talking about that boy?”
Yan Chuan shook his head.
“Let’s assume I said nothing,” he switched the subject. “Why would that person want to wreck your car? Deliberately making it impossible for you to leave?”
“To stay here and continue threatening the other passengers?”
Duncan sported an expression that showed he was unsure of the answer.
“I’m still investigating,” he paused, stretching out his words. “That person will show up again.”
“In this closed, rain-soaked hotel,” Duncan’s expression was hard to discern in the dim light, “the food will eventually run out… he will emerge again.”
The dark-haired Asian in front of him blinked.
His long eyelashes fluttered slightly, seemingly confused by Duncan’s words.
“What are you going to investigate?” the beautiful Asian shopkeeper asked uncertainly, pressing his lips together.
His expression was full of curiosity.
Duncan nodded slightly, “When the time comes, he will—”
He seemed like someone purposely withholding clues from the inquirer to achieve a dubious aim, deliberately leaving his words unfinished.
Duncan trailed off, his gaze lingering on the soft, rosy lips of the dark-haired Asian for a moment.
This gaze was clearly somewhat lascivious, tracing the shape of those lips as if aiming to imprint them in his mind.
The soft lips pressed together.
Due to this action, the plump and round little lip beads were deformed, slightly indented.
It seemed somewhat as if they had been kissed.
The beautiful Asian’s mouth was very red and small, the kind that could be lightly kissed by someone. They were slightly swollen, glistening with a layer of bright moisture.
In the absence of others, that bit of negativity was magnified, and Duncan’s gaze bore an ambiguous meaning.
“How do I get you to tell me?”
As he thought, the cornered, timid Asian indeed voiced his hope for an answer by placing it on him.
Duncan extended his long finger and tapped his chin.
“He must have kissed you,” the handsome man with azure eyes said. “So you kiss me, and then I’ll tell you.”
【So it really is a case of being unwilling in words yet honest in deeds】
【Hmph, if you knew that your wife had kissed many people, what would you…】
【What if I were to show you a beautiful photo of your wife after bathing?】
【After kissing many men, your darling would still return as a blank slate!】
Faced with the man’s clearly overstepping request, the beautiful Asian’s eyes widened.
Seemingly frightened, his long eyelashes trembled continuously, and his lips pressed tighter together.
A similarly shy, confused expression appeared on his beautiful, snow-white face.
He clearly did not understand why a serious discussion had turned to a request for a kiss from a man he had barely met.
The man even claimed that he had surely kissed other men.
He posed the question with a clear attitude that a kiss was needed to unlock the knowledge he currently possessed.
If the dark-haired Asian wanted to know, he had to comply with his request.
To bestow a kiss upon a rough yet unfamiliar man.
“Then you…” Under Duncan’s almost tangible gaze, the beautiful dark-haired Asian tilted his head slightly.
His dainty brows furrowed, looking conflicted about whether to heed the words of the man before him.
Duncan’s expression held a sense of confidence.
However, the dark-haired Asian changed the topic: “Why are you telling me all this? Aren’t you afraid I’m the one?”
His pupils were exceptionally dark, resembling a pitch-black night sky, yet they were remarkably clear, containing a pool of spring-like water.
They appeared bright, but due to their transparency, no excess emotion could be exhibited.
“I am the shopkeeper,” the beautiful Asian addressed Duncan’s handsome yet gloomy face. “I could also be the murderer. Talking to me about this—aren’t you afraid I might change my method of killing?”
“Change my appearance and come out to commit crimes again?”
***
Yan Chuan returned to his room.
Fortunately, Duncan’s two bodyguards had directly taken Axi upstairs.
In their resting room, the anxious Axi sat at the edge of the bed, caught in a standoff with the silent bodyguards.
Upon seeing Yan Chuan arrive, the two bodyguards left at the appropriate moment, as if previously instructed by their employer not to trouble the Asian shopkeeper.
Yan Chuan watched them exit.
The room returned to silence.
Once the noise of footsteps downstairs ceased, confirming that the people outside had left, Axi hurried over, scanning Yan Chuan anxiously, fearing anything might happen to him.
“How are you?” the young employee’s expression revealed guilt and vexation. “He didn’t do anything to you, did he? I knew he couldn’t have good intentions…”
Yan Chuan simply shook his head.
“I’m fine,” he reassured, though his face was notably paler, still striving to comfort Axi. “He just talked to me.”
Though it was inexplicably, it announced his intentions, almost like a public statement.
In the end, he even posed a strange request.
“Really?” After scrutinizing, Axi had to confirm that Yan Chuan hadn’t sustained any “injuries.”
Whether from those vivid red fingerprints left on white skin or the soft, suddenly swollen lips.
Even his expression remained alright, calm, showing no sign of terror.
Axi frowned in confusion.
He pondered for a moment before saying, “It’s good if you’re fine. I was worried he would…”