The study was right next to the master bedroom, so when Song Qingge knocked on the door, Wei Anning heard it very clearly, just as she heard the door closing very clearly. Despite still being irritated and hurt by his insensitivity, her heart was involuntarily drawn to every move happening in the next room.
Old lovers reunited, sharing a room again—what would they be doing?
Realizing that she was beginning to care, Wei Anning forcefully slapped her head twice. What they were doing was none of her business! Considering the nonsensical things Leng Youchen had said to her earlier, she should never have anything to do with him ever again.
Wei Anning curled up with a pillow on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. There was not a sound from next door, and the quieter it was, the more her thoughts ran wild. A man and a woman together, dry tinder and a raging fire...
Stop, stop!
