Outside, a mix of rain and snow raged, with fierce winds that seemed to shake the window frames almost to disarray.
In the fireplace, flames danced as Wen Xian curled up on the sofa, laughing.
Her bathrobe had slipped, revealing her slender, fair legs and delicate feet.
The cold outside and the warmth inside created a stark contrast. The often dull and uninteresting west was filled with excitement and agitation at her place.
However, after she had sent that message, she waited for quite a while, and Lu Xiao did not reply.
She straightened up and texted him: [Little Lu?]
Still no response from him.
Wen Xian didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck that although he hadn't replied to her, thankfully, he hadn't blocked her either.
Ultimately, she couldn't resist sending another message:
