This time, Shao He was certain that it was not an illusion.
"Who's there?"
The window fell silent again.
Shao He got up and walked to the window, pushed it open and looked outside. It was pitch dark, and she could not see anything clearly.
Feeling somewhat puzzled, Shao He adjusted her clothes. Just as she was about to turn away, the window was pushed open again, and a figure slipped in and embraced her.
The person who was about to resist became dazed when she smelled a familiar scent, "Pei Huaian, is that you?"
"I missed you so much." Pei Huaian's hoarse voice sounded in her ear.
Shao He found this voice incredibly beautiful, until a faint smell of blood reached her, causing the smile at the corner of her mouth to freeze, and she turned around with an anxious expression.
Pei Huaian's hands clung tightly to her waist, burying his head into her neck, greedily inhaling the scent that belonged uniquely to her body.
"You're hurt."
