As Mo Yuhan entered the bedroom, he glanced at his wife who was fast asleep. Her sleeping posture was extremely graceful making her appear like an ethereal fairy. She was a person who will always bewitch his soul even if she does nothing.
As he lay down beside her, he softly kissed her forehead. The woman who was provoking him an hour ago, has now fallen asleep. Starting the fire without extinguishing it. He could only sigh helplessly.
As if feeling someone's presence, Tang Li frowned and her lips curled downwards, seemingly displeased. All of a sudden, she seemed wary. Her face turned white all of a sudden as crystals of sweat dripped from her forehead.
As shakily stepped inside her condo, the place was completely shrouded in darkness. She frowned but she didn't switch the lights on. She wanted to lock the door but before she knew it, she had been pinned to the wall.
