Go home, she missed home, but he wasn't at home, why should she even return? Mr. Xi wore a pitiful expression, looking at the firmly shut bedroom door, his lips curled slightly into a smirk.
In the room, Lan Xin Ai was staring fixedly at the ceiling, suddenly recalling the last time they had slept in separate rooms, only for Xi Yemo to climb into her bed.
With that thought, all her sleepiness vanished. She looked at her nightgown, realizing how defenseless it was.
Lan Xin Ai dug into her backpack and found a jumpsuit. Thank goodness she brought it with her this time. Otherwise, if Xi Yemo sneaked in during the night, wouldn't he just take advantage of her again?
Feeling more secure after changing into her jumpsuit, Lan Xin Ai finally went to sleep, albeit uneasily.
Midnight.
The tightly closed door opened, and a tall figure slowly approached the bed.
