Mu Tianye's voice was very low, not as domineering and strong as usual. In the dimly lit room, that voice... seemed somewhat lonely.
Ning Xiaofei took a step forward and stood in front of him.
The man raised his hand, extinguished the remaining cigarette in the ashtray, then lifted his hand and pinched her trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping them.
Ning Xiaofei's body stiffened, but the man's fingers had already withdrawn.
"Go sleep, don't bother me!"
Impatience and weariness permeated his voice.
Good intentions taken for indifference!
Ning Xiaofei turned around huffily and walked out of the study, but after a few steps, she stopped and turned back to look at the open door of the study.
In the dim room, the man's figure could hardly be made out clearly.
He isn't going to smoke all night again, is he?
To hell with it, it's none of my business!
That's what she thought, but she remained standing in place without moving.
