Ling Kong put down his suitcase, deftly leapt from his side of the terrace, following the railing in the middle, and jumped over.
Yiyi stared at him, seeing him land on the terrace, gazing at her with deep eyes and a smile on his lips. Her little face turned even redder.
After all, it's a lone man and woman, at the dead of night.
Still wearing this ambiguously suggestive dress, as if implying some kind of sentiment, her delicate little face grew hotter. She felt faint, she definitely didn't mean that, but the atmosphere felt so strangely curious.
"What are you doing here? I'm going to sleep." She felt awkward and a bit uneasy, pretending to be nonchalant as she turned her head proudly and headed toward her room.
After only two steps, Ling Kong caught her by the waist, chuckling as he held her hand, pulling her back.
"The night is long, and sleep eludes me. Why not do something else!"
