Xia Ji glanced at her chest, and her cheeks instantly turned crimson.
"Even my own boyfriend has never touched there, yet… yet it was touched by Yang Gang…"
Her face was burning hot.
Just then, Yang Gang suddenly murmured, "Wife, where are you?"
Upon hearing this, Xia Ji was stunned.
"So, he has a wife."
For some reason, a faint sense of loss swept through Xia Ji's heart.
Yang Gang didn't know how long he had slept, but when he awoke, it was already deep into the night.
Xia Ji was sitting by the bed, her head resting on it, already asleep.
Yang Gang quietly got up and stood by the window, looking up at the sky.
The night sky on Pandora was just like Earth's, filled with a myriad of stars, like a vast ocean of constellations.
He stood there motionless, his expression seemingly tinged with a hint of melancholy.
Xia Ji also woke up, and seeing Yang Gang standing at the window, she suddenly felt that this man had a lonely, solitary air about him.