Indeed, it was cold outside, but the house had the heater on, Yan Yinuo was wearing a long-sleeved pajama, her neckline slightly pulled apart, revealing a patch of skin as white as jade.
At the moment, Yan Yinuo's cheeks were slightly red.
"Why are you here?" As she spoke, she realized her throat was a bit dry.
Xu Zijin frowned, Yan Yinuo's voice further confirmed his suspicions.
With a tense face, he did not answer Yan Yinuo's question but instead moved closer to her bit by bit.
This stance made Yan Yinuo feel a bit uneasy. "Xu Zijin, why are you not speaking? What is it all about?"
Feeling her throat getting drier, Yan Yinuo turned her head, looking for a cup on the bedside table.
Strangely, the cup she always had nearby had disappeared into thin air.
Yan Yinuo was flummoxed but didn't think much of it.
