Xiaoqiao showed a puzzled look. How come it sounded like there was a third person's footsteps, and on closer listening, it was the sound of someone coming down the stairs?
As the sound got closer...
At that moment, a familiar voice suddenly rang in her ears—
"Dear, why didn't you call me when we had a guest at home?"
Before Xiaoqiao could react, she felt someone sit down next to her on the sofa and, with a long arm, pull her into an embrace.
Seeing the two of them in such an intimate posture, and the man in his pajamas, Hirano Ryōna was visibly embarrassed.
Gong Xiaoqiao, with a vein throbbing on her forehead in frustration, asked, "Why are you here?"
Damn it, she had clearly kicked him out at noon.
There was no way someone could have walked in and gone upstairs, then back down without them noticing, during Hirano Ryōna's visit..
Even if she hadn't seen it, Hirano Ryōna certainly should have, right?
