You Mingxu, half asleep and half awake, felt something tickling her face. It seemed like she was being blown on by a breeze carrying a familiar mint toothpaste scent.
With a startle, she opened her eyes, only to see a huge handsome face looming right in front of her.
You Mingxu was about to burst!
Yin Feng, this man of over one meter eighty and 29 years old, had actually moved a small stool to sit by her bed. His face was filled with an uncontrollable grin, his eyes wide open, his mouth puckered up into a ball as he blew air onto her face.
You Mingxu glared ominously at the open bedroom door behind him. Undoubtedly, he had picked the lock again. This once renowned author seemed to have a knack for unlocking anything. What kind of weirdo was he?
"Get out!"
