Turning his head to look again, the corner was perfectly clean, nothing was there.
Sang Yang's heart pounded violently, not slowing down at all, feeling as if a powerful hand was tightly gripping it, slowly squeezing.
Sang Yang stared intently at the corner, motionless, maintaining this posture for several minutes until his door was pushed open from outside, breaking the frozen atmosphere.
Yuan Feifei walked in, wearing a set of sexy nightwear, moving with seductive allure.
The half of her face that was disfigured was hidden under her long hair, only revealing the rosy, tender half of her face, casting sly glances at Sang Yang from the side.
"Ah Yang, we haven't..."
Sang Yang was in a low mood, the fine lines between his brows showed no sign of relaxing, and he criticized in a not-so-good tone, "Why are you wearing Ah Qiu's clothes?"
Yuan Feifei's shy face turned pale instantly, biting her lip in resentment, "You bought it."
