An'an read the message twice—-I'm outside your apartment, open the door.
Oh god. He was here.
An'an didn't even put on her shoes before she ran over and pulled open the door.
A tall figure stood outside, just like a statue, back facing the light.
It was really Lu Yan.
An'an looked at him, puffing her cheeks up. "What are you doing here, didn't Qianqian let you stay over in her hotel room?" She was still holding onto the door knob, not letting him in.
Lu Yan stretched out his hand to push open the door, stepping inside her apartment and closing the door after him. His actions were so overbearing.
He leaned against the door and chuckled. "Someone's going to cry her nose off if I really go."
"I'm not going to cry my nose off!" Though An'an said that, her nose was already red.
Lu Yan looked below, her feet were bare. Furrowing his brows, he questioned, "Why are you barefoot?"
