"Do you want to video call me for the entire night?" Lin Jiao rolled over and lay on her stomach.
She played with her hair, her smiling eyes looking like a seductive nymph at this moment.
Pei Zhi swallowed. "No video call."
"Then how?"
"I'll show you how later." He walked to the elevator in two or three steps and hung up on the excuse that there was no signal.
The number in the elevator stopped at nineteen.
When footsteps sounded in the quiet corridor, a few sensor lights were lit to dispel the darkness.
He changed into slippers at the entrance and followed the weak light to the master bedroom. He gently pushed open the door.
Lin Jiao, who was still lying on the bed and scrolling through her phone, did not notice that there was someone behind her.
He held her ankle. "Wifey."
Lin Jiao screamed in fear, turned around, and saw someone who shouldn't be here at this moment.
She was stunned. "Why are you back?"
