The bedroom door was thrown open with a SLAM.
The bright light from the corridor spilled in, striking Yu Lan's fair little face.
The pretty little female was clearly still lost in a sleepy haze.
Her features were listless, her eyes朦胧, and she wore a panicked expression from being so abruptly torn from her dreams.
She looked utterly pitiful.
Qi Jingshen, who had been feeling irritable from Huo Zhanting's relentless pursuit, found his mood instantly soothed.
This was his bedroom.
The pretty little female was lying on the bed he slept in every day.
His quilt was draped lightly over her body.
Even the air had begun to fill with the sweet fragrance emanating from the little female.
Now, thinking of Huo Zhanting and Su Xingye chasing him like mad dogs, Qi Jingshen felt a strange, dark glee flash through his heart.
'So what if they keep chasing me?'
'In the end, Yu Lan is still in my hands.'
