Chu Qing gently pushed the door open and reached out to switch on the light in the room.
As soon as the lights came on, she saw Leng Kuang sitting on the sofa in the living room. He had a cold aura around him, and his eyes were deep. He was smoking slowly, and the entire living room was shrouded in fog.
Suddenly, Chu Qing's figure stopped at the door.
she didn't step forward, but she knew that leng kuang already knew she was here.
But Leng Kuang ... However, she ignored him and continued to smoke. She didn't even turn her head to look at her, and her eyes didn't tilt.
The two of them were in a deadlock, neither of them making the first move.
Time seemed to have stopped. Chu Qing's legs were numb from standing, but Leng Kuang did not sit still.
She moved her feet to ease the numbness.
She lowered her eyes and was about to rub her thigh when a tall shadow loomed over her.
