She sat up angrily and scratched her head. It was already dark.
She got up to pack up, have breakfast, and then go to school to read, but found that the snoring came from outside the window.
He walked over and stepped back to look at the window, only to see An Luoming huddled up and leaning against the wall, his sleeping brows still furrowed with anger.
The thin dew in the early morning hung on his long eyelashes, trembling uneasily as the eyelashes trembled.
His clean and pure appearance makes people misunderstand that he is a playful angel who escaped to earth.
He reminded her of those innocent and good-looking boys in some literary works.
He slept here all night last night?
Why? Is it because I feel sorry for what I said but feel embarrassed to say it?
Thinking of him, a young man who is used to sleeping on soft silk beds, tossing and turning on the hard and cold ground...
My heart suddenly tightened and it hurt for no reason.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.
Isn't it his patent to plunder and be domineering? When will he actually feel sorry?
An Luoming, what kind of person are you?
He obviously just likes to play with her, so where does this come from?
Lin Fan wanted to just leave, but after going in and out for a long time, he still knocked on the door next door.
She asked a maid to borrow a mobile phone to call An Luoming, only to find that the phone was shut down.