Si Mingjing had taken a bath. Wrapped in a bath towel and holding a wireless hairdryer, she dried her wet hair as she stepped out of the bathroom, still pondering the question.
Looking up, she suddenly saw a tall, slender man. He had already taken off his iron-gray coat and was wearing a casual white cashmere sweater, sitting at the head of her bed.
Si Mingjing's steps halted, her soul nearly leaping out in fright.
"Mr. Mo, why are you in my bedroom in the middle of the night?" Si Mingjing quickly composed herself, deciding to deny everything, even to death!
If this man knew she had kissed the wrong person, wouldn't he slit her throat to silence her?
He looked like someone not to be trifled with!
His simple sitting posture alone exuded an immense sense of oppression. With his long legs and graceful posture, his entire being radiated a powerful aura, clearly marking him as superior and inviolable.
Si Mingjing gripped the wireless hairdryer tightly.
