Whoo…
There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing past outside the window.
Luo Qingzhou suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. His heart skipped a beat as he turned to look at the window.
The window that had just been closed was now open.
Outside the window, a cold figure was standing silently.
Luo Qingzhou's hand, which was about to pull off the pink undergarment, suddenly froze.
"Sir… No, I don't want…"
Bai Ling bent her legs and knelt on the bed. She bent down, raised her hips, and whimpered.
The figure outside the window did not move.
However, the cold air was even colder than the snow.
Luo Qingzhou froze for dozens of seconds before tying her bodice that he had just untied.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment. She immediately stopped whimpering and turned to look at him. Her sobbing voice suddenly turned into surprise and confusion. "Sir, why are you tying it up again?"