She pursed her lips slightly, unable to resist sneaking a glance at the person behind her, only to find that he was also looking at her.
She felt as if all her hairs were standing on end.
Meng Xi'er quickly shifted her gaze away and began walking towards her room.
Her room was on the third floor, and Lu Yebai always had to pass by her door when going to his own room.
Finally arriving at her room, Meng Xi'er breathed a sigh of relief. She was about to open the door when a hand suddenly reached over from behind her, holding onto her doorknob.
As she felt the warmth of the man behind her, Meng Xi'er's expression went slightly stiff.
In the air hung a faint scent of women's perfume. She knew it belonged to Yun Qiyan.
Her nose was irritated by the smell, and she really wanted to enter her room. But Lu Yebai's hand on the doorknob was making her too fearful to twist it open.
Had she done something wrong again in the middle of the night?
