He turned around halfway, so he easily caught a familiar face from the corner of his eye.
Qiao Yanze's body stiffened for a moment, but he still turned his body back firmly and faced her, his eyes fixed on her.
The woman was standing at the door, wearing home clothes. She was carrying a black trash bag in one hand and holding the door frame with the other. Her bare face was filled with shock.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. They could only hear each other's rapid breathing.
In the end, Li Yinian was the first to wake up. She subconsciously hid the trash bag behind her, as if she didn't want him to see her indecent side.
This action brought Qiao Yanze back to reality.
His lips twitched. "When did you get back?"
Li Yinian subconsciously answered, "Today."
"When are you leaving?" His voice was indifferent.
"…Tomorrow."
Qiao Yanze's lips curled deeper with a hint of mockery.
