The footsteps stopped at the bedroom door, and it was only after a dozen seconds that she slowly heard the sound of the door opening.
Following that, the bedroom door was lit up.
Xia Xiaonuan quickly closed her eyes.
Nangong Yaoling stood at the door, looking at the girl on the bed.
A hint of complexity flashed through his pupils. Just as he was about to step forward, his gaze suddenly fell on one of her hands laid on the sheet.
That hand was tightly gripping the bedsheet.
Nangong Yaoling's steps faltered, and his brow furrowed.
She's already awake?
This woman... still deceiving him?
Already awake, why pretend to sleep? Wanting to see him make a fool of himself?
Nangong Yaoling clenched his fists, a thin anger igniting in his dark eyes.
He turned off the bedroom light and walked away.
In the darkness, Xia Xiaonuan opened her eyes, a trace of disappointment in her eyes.
She thought...
She heard the sound of descending the stairs.
