The person behind the curtain was Liu Lu. She knew Feng Yueming had returned when he started ascending the stairs. She laughed to herself three times, thinking that God really favored her and that opportunities came when they were least expected.
Mi Yao had just entered the shower area when the lights in the room went out again. Waiting for him to come in, sparks were bound to fly when a man and a woman collided in the dark.
By the time Mi Yao came out, it would be too late.
However, Liu Lu was still afraid; she held a certain fear towards this strikingly handsome Young Commander, so wise and decisive. This fear was ingrained in her blood, so she hid herself out of fright.
Now, the fear in her heart had dissipated. The man's hoarse voice poured into her eardrums, sending a shiver throughout her body. She bit her red lips, almost moaning out loud.
His voice was so pleasant to listen to!
