Fu Ting did not take her keys. She knocked on the door for a long time before Cen Juan opened the door for her.
The man was wearing a white hoodie and gray trousers. His clothes were simple and clean, and his eyes were clear and handsome. The scene when he walked out was like the first clear after the rain.
Cen Juan did not expect it to be Fu Ting. After being stunned for a few seconds, her eyebrows twitched slightly and she asked gently," Why didn't you come in directly?"
Fu Ting was still squatting on the ground like a poor homeless girl. She raised her head and glanced at him." I didn't bring my keys," she said softly."
Cen Juan bent his upper body and reached out to grab the girl's wrist. He pulled her into the room. In the process, he even rubbed Fu Ting's red knuckles from knocking too hard." Then why didn't you call me?"
He sounded annoyed." It's my fault for taking so long to open the door. Does it hurt?"
