Huo Ze and Xia Tang (87)
編輯: Atlas Studios
Under the bluish-white smoke was a handsome face that looked like it had been sculpted. When the man looked at her, his long eyes were half-shut, and he had a lazy and mischievous smile on his face.
Who else could it be but Huo Heng?
Xia Cha was surprised. She had never given him a key. How did he get in?
Xia Cha glanced at the door lock. It was intact.
Seemingly seeing through Xia Cha's doubts, the man raised his eyebrows and said, "I used your key to get a matching one."
Xia Cha glared at him, "When did you match them? Why didn't I know?"
"If you knew, you wouldn't be surprised to see me."
It was clearly a shock.
This detestable man said it so matter-of-factly.
Huo Heng put out his cigarette and looked at her lazily.
He was wearing a black V-neck sweater with his sleeves rolled up slightly, revealing his strong and muscular forearms.