The night was silent, soundless.
After dropping Yang Linglong off at home,
Lin Fan returned home once again.
However, the silent Xi Kua Yard proved that Ning Mengyao had not yet returned.
"It smells so good."
Lin Fan inhaled the fragrance from the bedroom, recalling the sensual scene from last night.
It was actually good that Yang Linglong now knew her own identity.
Even if there would be a crash in the future, it wouldn't pose much of a problem.
"Click, click, click..."
Just as he had finished his bath and stepped out of the bathroom, footsteps sounded from outside the door.
As the bedroom door opened, Ning Mengyao walked in, dragging her weary body.
"What happened to make you look so listless?"
Seeing her furrowed brows, Lin Fan curiously asked.
