Perhaps it was the frustration from the training base with Cai Yan that Yang Chen couldn't extinguish. Near midnight, while everyone at home was already asleep, Yang Chen sneaked over the balcony, climbed the wall, and landed on Rose's balcony.
Rose, who had just fallen asleep, was startled awake by the sound of her balcony door being pushed open. When she saw it was Yang Chen, she couldn't help but feel puzzled.
"Couldn't you just call and let me open the door for you?" Rose scolded, giving him a playful glare.
Yang Chen chuckled as he made his way to the bedside. In the dim light, Rose was dressed in a thin, silky nightgown, her alluring fragrance enveloping the room.
"This is more convenient, isn't it? Saves you the trouble of coming downstairs and catching a cold," Yang Chen said.
"Stop talking nonsense. I'm not that delicate," Rose said, half-amused, half-exasperated.
