At this moment, Wang Qiang was reminiscing about the wonderful time he had spent with Yang Xue in his room that morning, completely unaware that someone was slowly approaching him.
However, just as Yang Xue thought her plan to scare him was about to succeed, Wang Qiang suddenly moved. He spun around swiftly and raised his Crossbow with his right hand, the arrow's tip pointing directly at Yang Xue, who was posing in a strange stance.
Startled by Wang Qiang's aiming gesture, Yang Xue froze in place, not daring to move a muscle.
"Yang... Yang Xue, why is it you? And what's with this getup...?" Under the moonlight, Wang Qiang recognized who it was.
At this time, Yang Xue was wearing a fleece pajama set with bear prints, and her shoulder-length silky hair naturally cascaded down to her neck like a waterfall. Coupled with the bright moonlight, it made her lose a bit of her daytime aloofness and added a touch of playful cuteness.
