What Do You Want To Do, Ning Qing?

Ning Qing had wanted to go quietly, but things didn't go according to plan. When her little hand let go of the door handle, the door gave a slight squeak. The man in the study suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

His eyes were as bright and beautiful as obsidian, but they were also deep.

At this moment, it was too awkward for Ning Qing to leave, but it was also awkward to stay. She had been caught peeping.

"Haha." She could only laugh and wave her soft white hands at him through the crack of the door. "Hi, what a coincidence."

Lu Shaoming's handsome face was gentle and his mouth curved up imperceptibly. He was amused by the girl.

He walked over with his long legs. He placed a big hand on the door handle. His handsome body blocked the door as he looked at her and asked, "Why are you not in bed? What are you doing here?"

Ning Qing already felt awkward enough, but now that she saw him blocking the door, the grin on her little face froze.