"Hmm." The petite person responded softly, letting go of him: "After a short nap, when I opened my eyes, it was already dark. I was suddenly quite scared."
The newly awakened voice was soft and adorable.
The night was dark, with no moonlight shining into the exquisite boudoir.
This was not the first time Little Traitor had come to Ah Zhi's room.
He was very familiar with the arrangement of the objects...
In the darkness, he skillfully walked to the cabinet, opened the third drawer, took out a flint, and lit the red candle.
Many red candles were lit by the flint, and the weak candlelight gradually grew into a bright glow, with the flames gently flickering in the candlestick.
The room gradually brightened, dispelling the dimness of the night.
Everything in the room became visible.
Ye Zhi's bright eyes were fixed on the door, looking quite sullen: "Strange, why didn't Ah Tao come to wake me today? She usually does."
