The next day, early morning.
Warm sunlight filtered through the window, casting a gentle glow on the soft, large bed.
Ouyang Bingbing stretched languidly like a kitten, yawned, and sleepily opened her eyes.
Last night, after Qin Feng returned to his room, she had stayed awake for most of the night, waiting for him to knock on her door.
She even quietly left a crack in the door, which was previously bolted shut.
If Qin Feng wanted to, he could have sneakily slipped in at any time.
But the damned guy didn't make a peep all night.
In the wee hours, Ouyang Bingbing simply couldn't hold out any longer and fell asleep.
She had thought that upon waking up, he would be in her bed.
Still, Qin Feng was nowhere to be seen.
Ouyang Bingbing felt a bit angry. Was she really that lacking in charm?
At the same time, she found it somewhat amusing.
What was she, such a reserved girl, thinking about all day? Why was she always hoping that a wretched man would silently crawl into her bed?
