The night was silent.
Yang Linglong, who had been busy at home all day, was feeling uneasy.
Having bathed twice, she wore a black gauze nightgown.
Watching as time ticked by second by second.
The feeling of waiting for her lover was simply too excruciating.
She could only scroll through her phone, watching Ning Mengyao's live broadcast of her stay.
Occasionally sneaking glances at the purple clay teapot on the coffee table.
Thinking that she would soon bid farewell to her twenty-three-year-old self.
Her heart involuntarily quickened its pace.
"Dong dong dong..."
Finally, a soft knocking came from the balcony door.
To Yang Linglong's ears, this sound was like thunder.
She hurried to the door and unlocked the safety lock.
There appeared Lin Fan, with a bunch of roses clenched in his mouth.
"Were you getting anxious?"
As the door opened, the scent of the boudoir mixed with Linglong's body fragrance made Lin Fan momentarily dazed.
