Her Heartache

When Long Ming entered the room, Xiao Ying was sleeping soundly. She was lying on her side, the ruined half of her face pressed against the pillow, the other half exposed for all to see.

As he stood by the bed and looked at the side of her face, his thoughts drifted back to the first time he had met her.

It was still as beautiful as a fairy.

It was so beautiful that he had an impulse to destroy it.

Realizing what he was going to do, Xiao Ying put her hands on his chest. "Aren't we going out?"

"What if I have something else to do?"

In a good mood after sleeping, Xiao Ying did not want to argue with him. "I'm afraid it will delay your schedule."

Long Ming raised his eyebrows. "So you think my ability is quite good?"

Xiao Ying was speechless.

Seeing that Xiao Ying was not speaking, Long Ming did not continue the topic.

Getting down the bed, he buttoned the buttons of his shirt. "Have you packed your luggage?"

"Mm."