Lu Huaiyu went out.
Click.
The door closed.
The room finally quieted down.
Ning Li sat on the edge of the bed, still feeling a little sleepy.
She looked at the slippers on her feet.
Then, she turned her head and looked at the pajamas by her side.
'Pure Cotton, blue and white, new, female style.'
It was her size.
Her cheeks were burning. In the quiet night, she heard the sound of her heart beating fast. She could feel herself burning red hot from her ears to her neck.
Only her eyes were moist and clear. She was no longer drunk now.
She had warned herself repeatedly not to fall in love with Lu Huaiyu.
However, even after the ten-thousandth time, she still could not avoid it.
How could she not like him?
He was Lu Huaiyu.
She slowly raised her hand and touched her lips.
She felt as if her fingers could still touch his hot and heavy breath on her lips.
