Once they got back in the room, he placed her on his bed, switched on the air conditioner, covered her with the blanket, with Quan Jingwu moving carefully, afraid of waking her up.
"Xiaojing!"
The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her murmurs fell into his ears, clear as a bell.
His slim fingertip lightly brushed her nose, he chuckled endearingly, and stole a quick kiss from her soft lips.
Jian Qing's cell phone suddenly vibrated. Quan Jingwu reached out and took it. No note, an unknown number.
With the phone in hand, Quan Jingwu walked to the balcony by the floor-to-ceiling windows, answered the phone, but did not plan to speak first.
After a moment, the person on the other end of the line couldn't stay silent and finally spoke, a gentle voice, "Miss Jian, this is Chu Yihen."
In an instant, the temperature dropped on the balcony, and even the blazing sun could not melt the frost in his eyes.
Chu Yihen?
When did his treasure get to know Chu Yihen?
