The night was deep, with not a star in sight, only a bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Standing under a street lamp, the man's shadow stretched long, covering hers and making her feel an inexplicable oppression. His voice was deep and faint, "Are you done speaking?"
Yan Luoxi felt a sense of frustration as if punching cotton, "Did you even listen to what I said?"
"I've been waiting for you downstairs for two hours, and now I'm quite thirsty," Li Yeqi stated casually.
Yan Luoxi paused, feeling somewhat guilty for making someone wait for two hours, and offered instinctively, "How about coming up, I'll boil some water for you to drink?"
"Then I'll trouble you."
Yan Luoxi didn't expect him to take her up on the offer and stared at him, dumbfounded.
Suddenly, the right hand holding her bag was enveloped by warmth and began to tighten slowly.
