Ling Fei couldn't help but to blame Song Tian Mo for not believing in her. Now that she thought about it, her behavior at that time was indeed quite misleading, it's no wonder Song Tianmo would wear a sour expression.
Ling Fei laughed at herself with sarcasm.
She had become way too sensitive!
Suddenly, the sound of keys rustling could be heard from outside the door. Ling Fei quickly turned her head, her eyebrows raised in anticipation, her lips were curved upwards forming a luminous smile.
"Finally, he's back! Hmm, it's just past eleven, not too late!" The living room was too bright, the switch was across the room, and there was no time to turn it off.
Instinctively, Ling Fei leaned into the couch. From the point of entrance to the living room, it wasn't that easy to spot her lying on the couch.
"Honey, you're back, ah, have you been drinking?"
"No, just had some social engagements, just had a bit too much, I'm not drunk! Honey, help me, come, give me a kiss!"