"Xiaonuan... are you inside?"
No... don't come in...
"Qiqi? Are you okay?" Liang Shaochen knocked on the door and asked.
How could I be okay? I'm definitely not okay... The key is, how can he act like nothing happened? Are all men this nonchalant?
If it were another man, it would be whatever, but he's Nan Mo...
Xia Xiaonuan continued to play dead.
Then the door was pushed open.
Liang Shaochen stood at the door, looking at the girl lying on the bed in a big 'X' shape, pretending to be dead.
His delicate and handsome face curved into a slight smile.
He took steps, slowly approaching the bed.
He reached out and gently touched her arm.
"Xiaonuan... are you asleep?"
Asleep, of course asleep...
Liang Shaochen sat down on the side of her bed.
Xia Xiaonuan could smell the faint fragrance on him, but she remained motionless.
"Xiaonuan..." Suddenly, a surge of warm air came closer, and Xia Xiaonuan felt a heat near her ear.
She shuddered all over and abruptly turned over.
