The next day, at eight o'clock, Yin Mo woke up naturally.
She kicked off the quilt on her body, and bleary-eyed, stared at the ceiling, taking a long time to recover her senses.
This isn't North City No.1.
Yin Mo suddenly sat up on the bed, looked closely, and exclaimed in surprise.
How did she end up sleeping in the master bedroom at Purple Cloud Mansion?
Yin Mo looked down again, realizing she was wearing a pure black shirt, with nothing underneath.
No one was beside the bed, and the sheets felt slightly cool to touch.
Yin Mo sat quietly for a while, then lifted the quilt intending to go to the closet to change clothes.
Then, the door opened.
Yin Mo stood motionless by the bed, instinctively clamping her legs together.
He Chen was looking at his phone, glanced up, and his gaze froze.
The man's intensely aggressive eyes fixated on Yin Mo's long, straight white legs, his Adam's apple unconsciously rolling several times.
