A wild night, unfit for outsiders to speak of.
The next day, daylight broke.
Xu Ruolan sat up in bed, the white silk quilt slipping from her skin, exposing large areas of fair skin.
Xu Ruolan let out a small cry and hastily pulled up the quilt to cover her exposed body.
"Ning Fan..."
Xu Ruolan instinctively glanced to her side, only to find it empty long ago.
Recalling the earnest words Ning Fan said with furrowed brows last night, Xu Ruolan's heart clenched. She didn't bother to get dressed, wrapping herself in the quilt, and ran out of the bedroom at a trot.
"Where are you going like this, not even wearing clothes, acting like a hooligan."
A light laughter suddenly sounded, instantly easing Xu Ruolan's anxiety.
In the living room, Ning Fan was placing the fried eggs on the dining table, looking at Xu Ruolan wrapped in a quilt with a hurried expression, a tinge of humor flashing in his eyes.
