The moon adorned the thick night sky as Lu Xiaoyou sat on the large bed.
Textbooks from university lay next to her jade-like long legs, pages spread open, with several items within the exam scope highlighted with a fluorescent pen.
Suddenly recalling something, she picked up her phone and pressed the name that was always first in her contact list.
Hengcheng's night was thick and serene, as though draped with black velvet, with only a few sparkling stars above.
Long Xiliang's private phone rang with the custom ringtone set for calls from Lu Xiaoyou.
The man, who had just come out of the bathroom and stood by the sink drying his hair with a towel, pulled the towel off his head, his body still damp, and walked over to the nightstand to pick up his phone.
She finally remembered to call him?
"Hello?"
The man's low and charming voice entered Lu Xiaoyou's ears like a warm current.
"Little Liangliang, do you miss me or not?" the woman on the phone cooed seductively at him.
