"Qiao Xi, was there ever a moment where you wanted me to come?"
In the dimness, Huo Xingzhou asked softly.
Qiao Xi bit her lower lip, almost letting a choked sob spill out.
She wanted him to come.
Therefore, he truly appeared before her.
Like Aladdin's lamp in a fairy tale.
But she didn't speak and pretended to be asleep.
Huo Xingzhou didn't pierce through her poor acting, only held her tighter. He could clearly feel her trembling.
She was very scared tonight.
The depths of Huo Xingzhou's eyes were dark; there was something off about that man. He carefully took out his phone, wanting to call Zhou Yu, but the signal was almost non-existent.
He frowned, thinking if Chen Xun hadn't fixed the signal tower by tomorrow, he would fire him.
When the dawn arrived.
Qiao Xi opened her eyes, feeling the warm heat at her back. The man's iron-clad arms were still tightly wrapped around her waist. She gently moved his hands and got out of bed.
Behind her,
