Staring at the string of clear black characters, Xiang Wan narrowed her eyes and pondered carefully—had he been showering while chatting with her just now? No wonder the replies were so slow.
However, she was never a compliant little dog, nor had she ever been docile. For her to take the initiative to go to Zuo Xingyun's room now, it seemed like she was the one eager to engage.
Just as she decided not to go, Zuo Xingyun sent another message: If we don't resolve this tonight, you won't be able to sleep, right? If you really don't want to come, I can come down.
Heh, he seemed to have her all figured out and even knew she couldn't sleep?
This feeling of being completely understood was damned annoying.
As Xiang Wan hesitated over how to respond, a faint sound of footsteps approached from outside, growing clearer as they drew nearer.
