Jiang Moxi looked up in surprise and saw Fu Youhan sitting on the sofa in the living room.
He was wearing a black bathrobe, and the warm yellow light from the chandelier above gently sprinkled on his face.
In the interplay of light and shadow, the man's features seemed like a perfect work carved by a top artisan master.
When Jiang Moxi saw the man for a moment, she froze, thinking she was dreaming.
It wasn't until the man stepped forward and embraced her, "What's up? Are you stunned?"
The man's low and soft voice, along with the hot breath he exhaled on Jiang Moxi's neck, made her realize that this was not a dream.
"You said you weren't coming over tonight, didn't you?" Jiang Moxi looked up at Fu Youhan.
Yu Dingding said that Fu Wangning was a girl raised by the Fu Family.
So Jiang Moxi thought, Fu Wangning must be living at the Fu Family's place.
If Fu Youhan wasn't coming back tonight, then they would be living under the same roof.
