Li Yuan was startled to hear those two names from Wang Jierong. He wanted to say something but fell silent.
Since Wang Jierong already knew those names, it meant she knew even more.
He had anticipated something like this, just not that it would happen so soon.
As expected, it was impossible to keep secrets from someone determined to uncover them.
"Wang Jierong, spit it out. What do you want?"
Wang Jierong shivered at Li Yuan's cold tone. A wave of fear washed over her, but she quickly suppressed it and maintained her sultry voice.
"Idol, I don't mean any harm. I just want to chat with you about life and dreams, and then have a special breakfast together when we wake up."
"Idol, surely you wouldn't deny me this tiny request, would you?"
Li Yuan's brow furrowed. In both his past and present lives, he had never encountered a girl like this—one who threw herself at him so forcefully even when he wasn't interested.
