A long sigh escaped Xiang Ling's lips as she stood outside the dimly lit chamber that belonged to Dao Ming. She had been standing outside for a while now, contemplating whether she should head inside or just return to her room.
What really irritated her the most was the fact that she was affected by neither of those two men stepping outside to find her yet. Considering their identities, there was no doubt that they sensed her presence the very moment she arrived there, and yet, they were treating her like nothing.
What exactly is wrong with me? Am I under a love spell or something? She found herself wondering as she started walking toward the door. A moment later, she was finally knocking on the door.
