"Who?" Lightly asleep, Xue Chengcheng suddenly sat up from bed, the two bedside lamps glowing brightly, illuminating the small space of the room. She saw a tall figure emerging from the darkness, its face unclear, but her heart suddenly tightened, and she secretly clenched her fists.
Until that person slowly walked out of the darkness, exposing a handsome face under the light, as beautiful as a Heavenly God, a gentle smile hanging at the corner of his mouth. Whose heart did he intoxicate in the night?
Xue Chengcheng's eyes instantly widened: "Why is it you?"
The man curved his lips into a smile, his eyebrows seductive yet unparalleled, "Are you very surprised?"
Xue Chengcheng scrutinized him with a wary gaze: "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."
"Oh? Is Miss Xue very disappointed?" The man laughed as he stepped toward the bed.
