Awakened by hunger at midnight, Meng Jingyi, who hadn't had dinner, went downstairs with messy hair to find something to eat.
Who would have thought that as soon as she stepped into the living room, she'd be startled by a figure on the sofa. Upon closer inspection, wasn't it Xiao Heng?
What's this man doing sitting here in the middle of the night without sleeping?
As Meng Jingyi approached, she noticed Xiao Heng was holding a cigarette. He seemed unaware of her presence, his slender fingers bringing the cigarette to his lips. He took a shallow drag, white smoke slowly exhaling from his slightly parted lips, his deep eyes half-closed, lost in thought, gaze somewhat dreamy.
Demon!
Staring at the man shrouded in smoke, Meng Jingyi was amazed in her heart. Xiao Heng, this guy, was truly damn eye-catching.
Meng Jingyi admired Xiao Heng's beauty quietly for a moment before walking up, glancing at the bottle of red wine on the table in front of him, thinking perhaps he's drunk?
