She clenched her hand, concealing the unusual colors in her eyes, and nodded imperceptibly, "Mhm, I've sorted everything out."
Gu Qiaoqiao sat down opposite him.
She had just taken a bath, her half-wet hair scattered over her shoulders, carrying a faint fragrance.
Dressed in a beige nightgown.
Like a wintersweet blooming quietly under the moonlight.
The room suddenly felt a bit stifling hot.
Although the fan was blowing, Qin Yize felt as if there was a small flame burning at the bottom of his heart.
He put down the book in his hand and gazed steadily at Gu Qiaoqiao.
The pitch-black of his pupils whirled with endless darkness, instantly enveloping Gu Qiaoqiao.
The air seemed to bear a certain pressure.
It made Gu Qiaoqiao hold her breath for a moment.
She even had the illusion that in the next moment, Qin Yize would pounce on her like a leopard.
Gu Qiaoqiao's body tensed up.
She had been careless, forgetting that Qin Yize was a man.