Jun Xiqing was roused from her sleep. In the dark, she opened her eyes. Turning her head slowly, she looked over at the door.
A tall and handsome figure stood at the door, his body against the light. An air of coldness exuded from him and he looked exceptional.
Lu Yeming!
Jun Xiqing quickly bounced up from her bed and retreated to a corner of the room, staring at him warily.
He had come into her room in the deep of the night.
What did he want with her?
It was definitely nothing good.
Lu Yeming walked in and closed the door.
The light from outside had completely been cut off, and it was pitch-dark in the room. Their eyes met in the darkness.
He walked over slowly, getting closer step by step. There was an aura of oppression all around him. The air in the room suddenly became thin and oppressive.
"West Duke, it's late. What are you doing in my room?"
