"He entered."
That was his reply.
Wen Zhi swallowed hard, her breathing gradually becoming somewhat constricted, "Then you, you..."
Her nervousness was written all over her face, and Shang Hexing could naturally see what she was thinking. He was sorry for almost losing control last night, but facing her, he really couldn't help wanting to kiss her, especially when she was so forward.
Although he could now calmly admit to that as well.
But the thought that voicing it would likely make her distance herself even more from him, it was better to remain a villain in the shadows.
"I came in to see you had already gone to bed, so I didn't disturb you. I went back next door to sleep," he slowly explained.
Wen Zhi's tense mood suddenly relaxed.
That's good, that's good.
It was her being too sensitive. It was clearly just a dream, not reality!
