"Mmm, you go ahead and rest," Wen Yun glanced at her thin pajamas, thinking to herself how she had become somewhat paranoid lately.
"Okay."
With a soft click, the door closed, and the sound of Sister Yun chatting with Qi Ting came from outside. The room was suddenly silent, and Lin Wanzhou finally let out a sigh of relief.
Just minutes before, Xu Qingyan barely had time to react. His shoes were kicked off under the sofa, and the next thing he knew, he was pulled into the young girl's room.
The air conditioner was on inside, as cold as an ice cellar.
What happened next left him a little confused. In a hurry, Lin Wanzhou dragged him onto the bed and covered him with a blanket, and soon Wen Yun entered the room.
So Xu Qingyan held his breath along with her, his mind racing.
Who am I, where am I, what is this?
Is this catching a cheating spouse in the act?
