Shen Lingfeng turned off the computer after she left.
The impulse from before slightly dissipated.
He thought of the woman who believed he didn't love her and was on her period at that crucial moment, feeling quite vexed.
Upon leaving the study, Shen Lingfeng discovered she had locked his bedroom door.
Such a silly and adorable act; he didn't know what to say.
He quickly found the key and opened the door.
This was his house, of course, he had the keys to every room. Could it really be locked?
The room was dimly lit, and on the bed, her small body was deeply buried under the covers, revealing a face the size of a palm, with a serene and sweet sleeping expression.
The blanket was half-covered and half-hugged by her.
A slender arm was exposed, milky white smoothness akin to cream.
She seemed incredibly insecure, as if she couldn't sleep without holding onto something.
Shen Lingfeng tugged at his clothes and pulled away the blanket she was hugging.
