The next morning.
When the phone's ringtone sounded from outside, Jiang Yaoyao lay on the pillow, her jet-black, curly hair messily spread over the pure white bedding. The exposed shoulder was marked with mottled purplish-red traces, giving the whole scene an indescribably desolate beauty.
Her brow twitched, and she extended a hand, though her beautiful eyes remained lazily closed, "My phone..."
Bo Jinlan got out of bed, wrapped in a towel, and went outside to pick up the black purse that had been left next to the living room sofa, He found her phone inside and raised an eyebrow, "It's your dad calling."
Jiang Yaoyao's eyes sprang open instantly.
She hadn't gone home last night and seemed to have forgotten to tell Jiang Hongzhou.
And as soon as they had entered the room last night, they started...
So her clothes and bag were all left outside.
She took the phone.
