That sigh in her ears sounded so familiar.
She opened her eyes and, by the moonlight, confirmed where that familiar sigh had come from.
"Of course I didn't come to the wrong place." The reply was righteous and indignant, with a bit of teeth–gritting in it.
Ye Haoyang stood up, lit the lamp in the room, and only then turned his head to look at her.
"I can find my room in my own courtyard with my eyes closed. How could I go to the wrong one?"
"…" Mu Huaen was stunned for a long while before she finally spoke timidly, "Brother Ye Er, barging into a woman's room in the middle of the night—where's your upbringing?"
At her words, Ye Haoyang snapped viciously, "The dog ate it."
"…" Mu Huaen was speechless, only thinking to herself that she really couldn't stay here anymore.
He took two steps forward, then suddenly lifted her chin. "What if I feel like biting you to death?"
Mu Huaen was startled by this sudden mix of intimacy and cruelty in his tone.
