Weilan went upstairs.
As she pushed the door open, she sensed something was amiss—the atmosphere in the room wasn't right.
Weilan stiffened and glanced at her watch. It was only half-past eleven.
She instinctively looked towards the direction of the restroom, where the door stood ajar. She remembered quite clearly that she had closed it when she left.
She immediately closed the bedroom door and called out, "Who's there?"
A tall figure emerged from the restroom— it was Lu Hechen himself.
To be exact, it was his own face.
He had taken off the mask.
Weilan was astonished, "You, how did you get here?"
As she spoke, she locked the door.
Lu Hechen stood by the door, looking at her with a half-smile.
Meeting his gaze, under the light, his handsome face was stern and his features sharply beautiful, with the curve of his lips revealing his mood.
Confident, domineering.
