The latter crossed his arms, Wen Ya's eyes and brows were smiling, and he slowly uttered a word: "Miserable."
Bai Su's eyes were cool as he casually put his phone back and pocketed one hand, raising his eyebrows with a deep look at him before brushing past and leaving.
Song Lichen turned around, his mind recalling that look he had given earlier, and suddenly pressed his lips tightly together.
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The heating in Beijing had already been turned off, and the evening temperature was comfortable. Rong Zhi continued sleeping after rejecting Bai Su, but she hadn't slept long before feeling a cool breeze on her face.
But—the doors and windows in the room were all closed.
She opened her eyes, suddenly sat up, and chopped into the darkness with a hand!
A cool touch was felt, followed by a fresh and pleasant aroma that wafted into her nose.
Rong Zhi couldn't pull her hand back, so she just kicked and, half amused, said, "Climbing walls in the middle of the night, are you a thief?"
