He didn't turn around and only turned his face slightly as he spoke. He didn't even look at her.
From this angle, she could see the rising sun shining on his face, covering it with a layer of golden halo, as if he was a God with dignity and coldness.
He was asking her why she kissed him last night.
the moment he opened his mouth.
It was like a question.
It was as if he had been sleepless the entire night, thinking about her for the entire night, waiting for her reply, waiting for her the entire night.
His face was tense and cold, and there seemed to be an invisible distance between them.
It was a good thing that he didn't look her in the eye. Otherwise, he would have seen the obvious shock and panic in her eyes when he asked the question.
Leng Xiaomo sat on the bed without moving, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly.
The sunlight seemed to have been blocked by his tall body, leaving only a dark shadow.
She was in the shadow.
