When Zhang Ziwen returned to the villa, it was already quite late. The living room light was still on - seemingly left on for him. The beauties were probably lost in their dreams by now. Zhang Ziwen ascended the stairs tiptoeing, careful not to disturb their sweet dreams. Just as he was about to enter his room, he paused, thought for a bit, then changed his direction towards the corridor. Song Lin's room was at the end of the corridor. He hoped An Yun, the mischievous girl, wouldn't show up now. Zhang Ziwen grinned. The time had come...