Xiao Meier got out of the blanket and turned her back.
She sat on the edge of the bed, hands clutching the bed frame, palms covered in fine beads of sweat.
Moonlight streaming through the window enveloped her graceful silhouette, casting a sweet, silky effect on her skin, creating a natural texture.
Rustling sound.
"I'll go downstairs first..."
Xiao Meier put on her slippers, feeling like there was a little drum inside her heart, thumping away.
Creak~ Creak~
Xiao Meier glanced at Chen Cheng from the corner of her eye, thinking that if her ankle hadn't been sprained, she could have walked much faster.
Snap!
Chen Cheng grabbed her wrist, calling out, "Sister Meier."
That call again stirred turmoil in her heart.
Her plump legs shivered, seemingly unstable like dry branches in autumn, fragile in the night breeze.
"Xiao Cheng... I..."
Chen Cheng stood up without letting go.
His gaze was fiery, intently fixed on this incredibly beautiful woman.
