Wen Ran was startled, asking anxiously, "Who is it!"
"It's me!"
The man's deep, magnetic voice resonated through the white maple door. Wen Ran's face changed as she noticed the time on the computer, it was already very late.
"Wait a moment!"
Her voice modulated with panic. She snapped her laptop shut with a click, picked up her clothes, and jumped off the bed to change in the cloakroom.
But as she jumped off the bed, the door swung open. Mo Xiuchen's tall and majestic figure appeared at the entrance. The moment his gaze fell upon her, his eyes deepened significantly.
Time seemed to freeze in that instant.
In the room, the bright chandelier illuminated everything. The woman near the bed was lovely and enchanting.
Inside the room, Wen Ran wished she could crawl into a crack in the floor.
In her hands, she still held two other nightgowns.
It would be hard for the man at the door to miss them.
