Ling Muye stood up, his robe fell open, revealing a section of tanned, firm chest muscles. Xia Yunxi sneaked a glance at him, pouting, her eyes misted with a layer of confusion.
She quietly stepped forward, tugged at Ling Muye's sleeve, and said resentfully, "Why so fierce all of a sudden."
"Get back to your room."
With a loud bang, the corridor instantly darkened as he mercilessly pushed her out the door.
Xia Yunxi stood stunned, a gust of wind brushed her face, and the door closed just an inch from her nose. Suddenly, she raised her hand, wanting to pound on the door in anger.
After a while, she restrained her desire to bang on the door and turned back to her room angrily.
Feeling frustrated by her unsuccessful initiative, she stared at herself in the mirror for a long time. Her figure was well-proportioned, and although the cuteness she exuded didn't quite match the sexy nightwear, she was still considered pretty. Yet, she failed to stir even a tiny desire in him?
