CREAK—
The door was opened slowly and closed just as cautiously.
Bai Yiyi walked into the lavish, exquisite lounge and immediately saw the young man sitting on the sofa.
Jiang Youchen was leaning against the back of the sofa, his chin propped on one hand. His posture was casual, but his jet-black eyes were cold and somber, like snow that never melted.
He didn't even raise an eyebrow as he watched her enter, seemingly unsurprised.
It was as if... he knew she would show up.
Bai Yiyi's heart skipped a beat, a guilty feeling of being seen through flashing through her, but it was quickly replaced by delight.
'Has Jiang Youchen been waiting for me this whole time?'
'He really can't resist the allure of the protagonist's halo!'
At this thought, Bai Yiyi's heart pounded. Her fingers tightened around the glass in excitement, and the clear liquid sloshed, refracting a sinister light under the lamp.
