Zijin turned around, his cold gaze crossing the long distance and landing on Yan Yinuo.
The atmosphere suddenly became strange, especially as he kept staring at her, leaving Yan Yinuo with no place to vent her grievances.
Clearly, this was an undeserved calamity for her, so why did she feel guilty when Zijin stared at her?
Yan Yinuo opened her mouth, hesitating for a moment before forcing out a sentence. "Xu Zijin, don't you think you owe me an apology?"
She hadn't done anything wrong, so why feel guilty?
Upon hearing her words, Zijin's gaze slowly relaxed, then he turned and walked over step by step.
He stood by the bed, his cool presence engulfing her, and suddenly Yan Yinuo recalled their intensity and intimacy last night, her face burning as if on fire, her temperature rising.
From pale to rosy, like a tempting soft-boiled egg yolk.
Zijin's gaze lingered on her lips, recalling the intoxicating flavor from last night.
