Sang nuo had always thought that an Xiaoyang had returned to the dormitory. It was already so late, and she did not dare to spend the night alone. However, even if she did not return, he did not expect that the apartment would be completely dark. An Xiaoyang was sitting on the other sofa, watching him.
When he gradually realized that something was not right, he suddenly moved his hand away from his eyes and propped himself up to look at the living room, his eyes full of vigilance.
However, when he saw the slender figure sitting on the other sofa, he suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.
However, within a few seconds, his expression became complicated. He slowly straightened his body and pretended as if nothing had happened. He asked, " Yueyue, Xiao Yang, why are you still here? didn't I ask you to go back to the dormitory? "