Jiang Xuan's appearance here seemed quite natural, as if this was his own room.
He had even changed into clean pajamas, dark black in color, with a texture that draped smoothly and softly.
Xia Ye turned around and went straight for a face-bump attack.
With a snap of his fingers, Jiang Xuan extinguished the lights in the room instantly. The man's abyss-like, ink-dark pupils reflected Xia Ye's silhouette, which in the dead of night, shimmered faintly.
He asked, "Is it difficult to sleep alone now?"
Xia Ye: "..."
Now wasn't the time to discuss whether she had trouble sleeping alone, was it?
Instead, shouldn't she be asking when he came? And how did he get here?
Jiang Xuan's lips curled into a shallow smile.
Wasn't it this little ancestor who taught him how to climb through windows?
If he could climb out, of course, he could also climb in.
However, this time he chose a more dignified method, using Spiritual Energy...
