Su Nuo cackled with laughter, but in the next second, the phone was abruptly snatched away—
"Hey! What are you doing?"
She puffed up her cheeks, her eyes wide with indignation.
The man was wreathed in steam, the hazy mist lending him a seductive, sexy aura. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on his high-bridged nose, and his belted, black-and-white checkered pajamas exuded an air of asceticism.
"...Am I less interesting than the phone?" The man held the phone, frowning in frustration, an unreadable emotion swimming in his deep, dark eyes.
Su Nuo arched an eyebrow and shot him a cocky smile, winking flirtatiously. "My God, you really have that little confidence in yourself?"
Di Chi Yi got into bed and slowly closed in on her. His burning, dark eyes were fixed on hers, and he said nothing, just stared at her intently.
"What... what are you doing?"
Despite her mental fortitude, Su Nuo couldn't help but be intimidated by his posture. She swallowed hard and asked warily.
