At this moment, Chen Mo heard footsteps coming from outside the house.
Soon, there was a knock on the door.
"Young Master Mo, are you asleep?" It was Lin Xuelan.
Chen Mo frowned, thinking it was her coming to ask him for something again, and he couldn't help but want to hide from her, pretend not to hear, but the lamp inside was still on, and it felt somewhat inappropriate to blatantly avoid her.
He sighed, "It's Miss Lin, come in."
"Creak."
The door was pushed open, and a slender, graceful figure stepped in with light steps, then turned around to close the door.
Lin Xuelan was dressed in a purple long dress, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, with a faint fragrance. Her skin was white as jade and smooth as silk, like a touch of morning glow, the purple indeed added grace to her, letting her normally cold demeanor exude a natural charm.
