Song Qinghuan glanced at the wall clock. It was eight o'clock; it wasn't early anymore, she could go to work. She got up to wash up.
Even after having a wash and a shower, she still felt a little groggy.
As she descended the stairs, she continued to knock on her forehead.
Her gaze lowered, she walked up to the dining table, only to discover a man sitting there. His tall frame, his cold face, deep-set eyes, sexy thin lips... Shi Yuhuan!
Song Qinghuan was momentarily stunned, she didn't know how to react.
Why would he be here this morning, having a meal at the front villa? Could it be that she had been kidnapped last night and he was the one who had saved her, that's why he was here in the morning? It seemed to be the only plausible explanation; otherwise, how could she wake up in her own home?
In that dream, was Shi Yuhuan the one who touched her?
