Upon uttering the last word, Lan Xin Ai paused for a moment, then her lovely face flushed red, utterly afraid to look at Xi Yemo's face.
How could she utter such words?
Lan Xin Ai covered her face with her hands, wishing to disappear from sight.
Oh no...
"Xiaoyan isn't here," Xi Yemo removed her hands, his eyes deeply lingering on her as if he wanted to suck her into his soul.
"Not here?"
Lan Xin Ai turned around to look. How could Xiaoyan be gone? But to her shock, Xiaoyan, who was sleeping next to her earlier, had disappeared. Panicked and worried, she asked, "Where's Xiaoyan? Hmm..."
...
Lan Xin Ai lightly trembled, her eyes wide open to a pitch-black room, with only the moonlight outside the window lingering around.
Blinking, the air seemed to still hold his scent.
"Husband," she exclaimed, before pressing a switch next to her bed.
The light illuminated the entire room.
In front of her, there was no one except for a sleeping Xiaoyan.
Where was her husband?
