Shen Lang blinked her foxy eyes, her mind completely fogged with sleep.
She patted her pocket—it was completely empty.
'…Where are my car keys?'
A cool night breeze swept by, and she jolted, suddenly wide awake.
'Damn it, where are my car keys?'
In a flash, she remembered taking a handkerchief out of her pocket during dinner.
Now, the handkerchief was gone, and so were the car keys.
After a moment's thought, she turned and headed back inside. 'They must have fallen in the private room.'
She slid open the door to the private room but stopped dead in her tracks. Inside sat a coolly elegant man in a sharp suit.
Hearing the sound, the man slowly lifted his long lashes and glanced over at her nonchalantly.
Shen Lang's pupils constricted in shock.
This man had a face she knew all too well.
Not long ago, she had been tangled in his arms, losing all track of day and night. For three whole days and nights.
"You…" she blurted out instinctively. "What are you doing here?"
