Yan Xiaye was slightly taken aback and instinctively hid her phone behind her back.
Recalling her recent outburst of anger, she pressed her lips together uncomfortably, "Sorry, did I wake you?"
"Not only that, I think I heard..." Li Yuntang's tall figure leaned against the doorframe, looking at her with a handsome, raised eyebrow, a meaningful smile on his lips: "Did you call for me?"
She hadn't called him, it was just an emotional outburst.
Seeing her lower her head in silence, Li Yuntang took a long stride to her side, domineeringly pulled her slightly cool body into his arms.
By the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains, he looked down at her evasive gaze, his words carrying immense pressure: "Who made you angry, huh?"
Yan Xiaye's long eyelashes trembled; she didn't want to bring up those scar-ridden pasts tonight.
She rarely lost her temper; out of the few times she did, more than half were because of him.
