Su Nuo burst out cackling, but in the next instant, her phone was snatched away—
"Hey! What are you doing?"
She glared, her eyes wide with indignation.
The man was wreathed in steam from a recent shower, the hazy mist making him look alluringly sensual. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses rested on the high bridge of his nose, and he wore a belted, black-and-white checkered pajama set that gave him an air of ascetic charm.
"...Am I less interesting than my phone?" The man held the device, his brow furrowed in frustration. An inscrutable light flickered in his deep, dark eyes.
Su Nuo arched a brow and gave him a cheeky grin, winking playfully. "Don't tell me my handsome idol is this insecure?"
Di Chi Yi climbed onto the bed and slowly closed in on her. He said nothing, simply fixing his intense, dark eyes on hers, his gaze deep and unwavering.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
