It was four o'clock in the early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin lay in bed wrapped in the man's arms, with the even breathing of the man behind her, soundly asleep.
She turned to glance at Mo Chen's slightly tired but handsome face; he was sleeping deeply, which proved the quality of his sleep wasn't bad.
Then, she removed the man's arm that was encircling her slender waist, got out of bed softly, threw on a robe, and went out to the terrace alone.
Qiao Ruoxin stood in front of the railing, enjoying the cool night breeze which felt refreshing and comfortable.
Her pale skin bore traces all over from that man's affection, leaving her feeling weak in the knees.
Tomorrow she needed to audition for Director Chen's film crew, and she looked helplessly down at the body within her robe.
Facing the cool breeze, Qiao Ruoxin closed her eyes, a smile spreading across her lips.
Suddenly, she remembered the scene when Mo Chen confessed his love to her…
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