As soon as she entered the room, Zhuang Chujiao immediately closed the door.
The room was pitch black, a faint smell of alcohol lingering in the air, the ambiguous aura burning, making one's blood boil.
The man's breathing was very even, resonating in her ears and making her heart pound like a drum.
She didn't dare turn on the light, afraid of waking the person on the bed.
But in her own room, she knew everything even with her eyes closed.
She directly touched the bed, her hand grasping his arm, just about to climb up, when suddenly that hand pulled her, and she fell into his arms.
Even through the clothes, she could feel the scorching heat from his body, Zhuang Chujiao felt she could hardly breathe.
From the first moment she saw this man, she fell in love with him, irretrievably, even if he gave her cold glances, even if he caused her to break her leg, she could not bring herself to hate him.
