Jiang Ruan: "..."
She stared at the dark silhouette for a long time.
Like a deity, radiant starlight emanated from him.
The wind swept his black hair, seemingly brushing against her heart, causing a tingling sensation throughout her body.
A few seconds later.
His figure vanished.
Only then did Jiang Ruan come back to her senses.
She touched her cheeks.
They were burning hot.
She sniffed the night sky.
A cold breeze was on her face.
Yet her temperature did not decrease.
She sighed sadly: "How am I supposed to sleep now."
Luckily, her composure was quite strong, unlike ordinary people whose noses would have bled.
After patting her cheeks, she turned and went back into the room.
Upon entering, she saw her father pretentiously sitting in the living room watching TV, restlessly changing channels, obviously distracted.
Jiang Ruan raised her eyebrows: "You should go to sleep, I'm going to bed too, and I won't run off with him."
The old man was quite calculative.
