December 14, 2023, Thursday, Snow.
Outside the window, fine snowflakes had unknowingly started to fall again, swirling down under the sparse city lights.
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"Bang——"
The apartment door was thrust open.
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
Xu Yanqing strode in wearing a sharp Dior trench coat, her high heels clicking, her face as cold as ice.
A lingering scent of unfamiliar perfume not belonging to her filled the air.
She walked to the bedroom doorway and immediately saw black lace underwear scattered on the carpet.
Her pupils constricted sharply.
"Tang Song!" Her voice was icy, and she kicked open the bedroom door.
The man lazily leaned against the headboard, his body bare, revealing defined muscles.
He looked at her, a handsome and wicked smile on his face.
"Yanqing, why are you back all of a sudden?"
Xu Yanqing ignored him and instead walked straight to the wardrobe, yanking open the doors and frantically searching.
