Mo Zhiyun's breathing became erratic. She opened her eyes and met his eyes, which were filled with deep affection. Her heart trembled.
For a moment, his mind went blank.
Lu He Yun could not help but lower his head and kiss her again. His voice was low and hoarse but emotional. &Quot; good night, Zhizhi. &Quot;
With that, he let go of her and left the room.
If he didn't leave now, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control the desire in his heart.
Mo Zhiyun leaned against the wall and bit her lips for a long time. In the end, she couldn't help but lower her head and smile.
Midnight.
Mo Zhiyun woke up thirsty, but the cup by the bed was already empty.
She stood up and walked out of the room.
The floor lamp next to the sofa in the living room was still on. The figure of the person sitting on the sofa was blurry, and Mo Zhiyun was shocked.
After a moment, he realized that it was Lu He Yun.
