"Nantian?"
"What I lost to Yun Mo, I need to win back, one by one."
"Nantian, you're not still thinking about Qiao Xiaon'an, are you?"
"Heh!"
A faint smile appeared on Chu Nantian's face.
But his voice carried an undertone of sorrow, "Qiao Xiaon'an and I, it's impossible for us now."
It was evening, with fits of the autumn wind blowing.
After taking a shower, Yuan Yifan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her slim fingers tracing a distinct pathway across it.
She scrutinized her own reflection in the foggy mirror.
She was considered fairly attractive.
But it had been a long time since Chu Nantian had touched her.
While admiring herself in the mirror, she was also hoping for something to happen between her and Chu Nantian.
So, on this cold autumn night, she only put on a summer ice silk nightgown and went to Chu Nantian's study.
Maybe Chu Nantian was too engrossed in his work.
He didn't even notice when she walked up to his desk.
