The man lying on the fabric sofa.
It was none other than Qin Wan's ex-boyfriend, Fu Minghan.
He seemed to have just woken up and was still somewhat groggy.
His eyes had a hint of laziness and confusion, but surprise shone through them, "Wanwan."
"Why are you in my house?"
Qin Wan's face was cold, her voice heavy.
Fu Minghan felt a stab in the heart.
His well-defined palm braced against the edge of the coffee table as he got up and walked towards her.
He said, "I missed you, so I came. I didn't expect... you would be back. Wanwan..."
"Don't touch me."
Qin Wan forcefully shook off his hand.
Her slender frame took a step back and she pointed angrily at the door, "Leave my house immediately, or I'll call the police."
Fu Minghan seemed not to have heard her, his dark eyes fixating on the faint kiss mark on her neck, feeling as if someone had driven a knife into his heart through the air.
In an instant, it hurt so much he couldn't breathe.