Xiang Wan countered him with his own words, "Didn't you say you can wait? No rush."
Zuo Xingyun's smile at the corner of his lips deepened, "Fine, no rush."
Seeing him seated with no intention to move, Xiang Wan also stayed put. Remembering that Alan was still waiting downstairs, she picked up her phone and sent a message: Don't wait for me, I'm not leaving tonight, come over again tomorrow morning.
No sooner had she sent the message than she felt a sudden tightness around her waist. Zuo Xingyun pressed up against her from behind, his breath hot on her neck, "I've sent Alan back to get your change of clothes, she'll have to come over later."
Xiang Wan instinctively shrank her neck back, "Then... let's wait for her to come."
Someone skewed the conversation, "If we keep waiting, it'll be daybreak."
Caught off guard as she was hoisted sideways into a carry, Xiang Wan emitted a low, startled cry.
She was thrown onto the bed. Although it wasn't painful, she still felt a bit dizzy.
