"Do you know why I'm here?" The woman in black stood at the doorway, looking at Wang Dadong coolly.
"What for?" Wang Dadong's face twitched slightly.
He was slightly startled in his heart; the Dark Council's intelligence was too omnipotent.
How long has it been? Not even a day, and they've already come knocking.
That's right; the person who knocked on Wang Dadong's door in the middle of the night was none other than Binglan.
"For this!" Binglan extended her hand and roughly pushed Wang Dadong into the room.
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After a passionate encounter, Binglan leaned against the headboard, covering her alluring figure with the quilt, cigarette in hand, blowing smoke rings.
Wang Dadong shrunk under the quilt. Damn, is this necessary? Isn't the post-coital cigarette supposed to be a man's thing?
"Do you know why I'm looking for you?" Binglan exhaled smoke and tilted her head to ask.
"You miss me, right?" Wang Dadong replied casually.
