C4

It was already deep into the night, and the bright moon hung in the sky. The pure moonlight penetrated the lonely sky and sprinkled onto the unsleeping earth.

The man sat in the sports car and looked at the small house that had just turned out the lights. He had arrived a long time ago. However, the mistress of this house did not know what he was doing. Her eyes were deep and unfathomable. There was a flash of light. The European style building was in a room on the third floor. It was slightly glowing orange. He knew that the owner of this room had a habit of reading at night. In the darkness, the faint orange color was very eye-catching.

He looked at his watch and saw that the time was right. He got out of the car and sprinted down the stairs and quietly entered the dimly lit room.

This was a lady's room. There was only a bedside lamp which emitted an orange glow, and on the soft bed, there was a book on top of the woman's head. She was fast asleep, her posture relaxed, and she didn't feel anything.

The quilt was thrown to the side, her body was curled up on her side, and she looked like she was sleeping without any beauty. It was hard for her to connect with the graceful and beautiful female anchorwoman on the television screen.

"Why can't I change my bad habit of sleeping with a book over my head?"

The man frowned, dissatisfied with her sleeping posture. He crossed her body with his long legs and forced her body to stand straight. The woman wore a loose gauze nightgown with the collar open wide, exuding an aura that made one's imagination run wild.

The man's breathing quickened. Any man would find it hard to control such a beautiful scene! His deep eyes gradually darkened. This girl seemed to be more powerful than six years ago. She had changed at the age of eighteen and was becoming more and more capable. He remembered that time, he often ridiculed her as an airport.

It seemed that time could truly change a person. Not only him, but her as well.

Thinking about that, the man couldn't help but reach out his hand and caress her pretty face. His cold black eyes had a doting look to them. The orange light shone on his exquisite face, giving it an indescribable gentleness.

Seeing that she still had no signs of waking up, he slightly raised his eyebrows. His slender fingers gently poked at her round face, and the corner of his lips unconsciously curled up, revealing a hint of mischievous intent.

Li Mengqi slept rather lightly, and felt something brush against her face. She thought it was a mosquito, and her delicate hands kept shooing it away. However, the ticklish sensation was still there, only growing more real.

Who was touching her? It was clearly a hand.

A sliver of clarity split open a part of her drowsy mind before she finally opened her hazy eyes —

"You're awake?" What entered his eyes was an exquisite and enchanting face, Qi … Qi Junhao? Li Mengqi's head was buzzing. She thought she was still in a dream, so she subconsciously blinked her confused eyes, only to find that the man's handsome face was getting bigger and bigger, and his scorching aura was almost within reach.

This, was not a dream!

That beautiful face was actually in front of her. Li Mengqi jumped and nearly bounced off the bed, but fortunately, the man used her arm to restrain her, causing her to wake up. Her face flushed red and she said in an incredulous tone, "You … How did you get in? Let me go! "

The woman tried to push his arms away, but, despite her best efforts, she was unable to move her rock-hard arms.

"Bold enough to provoke me on the program, huh?" The corners of Qi Junhao's lips curled up in a devilish smile, but his deep eyes were so dark that it made one's heart beat faster. Even the warm lights in his eyes had turned exceptionally alluring.

Li Mengqi was distracted by his bewitching, but she quickly recovered. She snorted coldly, "I was just saying what I wanted to say. Does Young Master Qi think that I'm wrong?"