Although the bathroom door was shut, the noise of Lu Yebai arguing with the servants could still be heard; the house was in chaos.
People in a drunken rage really are frightful.
Meng Xi'er thought to herself, unable to suppress a yawn.
She was tired.
The commotion created by Lu Yebai had completely drained her of energy.
Unknowing of when she fell asleep, she was abruptly awakened by a heavy weight pressing on her. Meng Xixi opened her eyes angrily!
His hair was now dry, softly draped on his forehead. His exquisitely attractive face was entrancing under the dim light.
Meng Xi'er had always thought that Lu Yebai's eyes were too profound—unreadable. Since childhood, she could never decipher what he was thinking.
At this moment, those deep eyes were so close to her, close enough to reflect her own face.
In the depths of Lu Yebai's gaze, she saw a hint of sadness.
It made her pause.
"Xixi…"
He softly called her name.
Hearing him say her name left Meng Xi'er slightly dazed.
