The door closed, and Weilan's slender waist was wrapped by Lu Hechen's powerful hands.
She frowned deeply.
His low voice already reached her ears, "Why did you come up so late?"
"Having a midnight snack," Weilan said flatly, "You haven't left yet?"
"I'm not leaving tonight," Lu Hechen replied in a deep voice.
Weilan said nothing.
Lu Hechen's sharp gaze swept across Weilan's face, "You were eating with Heyan?"
"Yes." Weilan nodded.
Lu Hechen looked at Weilan, wanting to speak but stopping himself.
Weilan also stared at him, her gaze unyielding, only filled with provocation.
Lu Hechen immediately understood, Weilan did it on purpose.
Yes!
Weilan admitted, it was intentional.
While she was having dinner downstairs, she guessed that Lu Hechen wouldn't leave, so she wanted Lu Hechen to understand how it felt when she did what he minded the most.
Seeing Weilan like this, a surge of inexplicable emotions welled up inside Lu Hechen.
