Thinking of how Tang Nuanning was biting fiercely while furtively hiding...
Bo Yanchen's breath hitched, his expression changing rapidly!
He hurriedly wrapped himself in a bathrobe and went to look for Tang Nuanning in a rush, wanting to ask for clarification.
But Tang Nuanning's figure was no longer in the study; unknowingly, she had already left.
Bo Yanchen's brows furrowed tightly as he returned to the bedroom, picked up the cellphone from the nightstand, and called her.
His gaze suddenly noticed the long hairs on the bed, "!"
The messy bed had several strands of black long hair, on the bedsheet, on the pillow, many strands...
He picked up one and observed it closely, and whether in color or length, it was exactly like Tang Nuanning's hair!
Tang Nuanning hadn't dyed her hair; her waist-length hair was the rare, natural kind, jet-black and shiny, full and glossy, very distinctive!
So many strands, clearly left behind when the two were intimate in bed!
