Tong Ran looked up.
Luo Xiao stood at the third-floor staircase, still wearing the shirt from last night, covered in dry wine stains. His collar was undone, revealing attractive collarbones with visible scratch marks.
She coldly turned her gaze away, reached out to pick up Nannan, and turned to return to her room.
"Xiao Ran!" Luo Xiao took a few steps forward, almost rushing to her front, grabbing her wrist, "Xiao Ran..."
His gaze was fixed on her, his eyes filled with such obvious pain and pleading.
Pleading for what?
Luo Xiao thought he could beg for her forgiveness. He originally thought such a thing would only happen to Mo Nanjue, which is why he let Rong Qin get close to him.
But unexpectedly...
Tong Ran pulled her hand back and raised her eyes to meet his gaze.
Then she raised her hand and slapped him, smack—
Luo Xiao was hit and turned his head aside.
Tong Ran coldly withdrew her hand. "I forgot to do it in the room just now."
