When Yan Lv came home, he noticed the lights were on and thought a thief might have broken in. But as he focused, he saw someone sitting on the sofa, dressed in a white bathrobe, hair still damp, with water droplets falling onto the carpet.
She looked up at him. Her skin wasn't particularly fair, but it had a healthy glow.
She smiled at him:
"Hi, long time no see."
"Mu Sha!"
"Oh, you still remember my name, huh."
Yan Lv took a deep breath, suppressing the frustration building inside him, and then slowly walked over:
"How did you get in?"
"Oh, I told the security guard I lost my key. After all, I'm still the mistress of this house, aren't I?"
"You still remember you're the mistress of this house?"
Mu Sha's features weren't particularly delicate, but they were very distinctive—especially her slightly fuller lips, which gave the irresistible urge to kiss them.
"Are you angry?"
Yan Lv let out a cold laugh: "Shouldn't I be?"
