When she reached the door of this room, the moment she raised her hand ready to knock, somehow, she suddenly lost the courage in her heart.
Maybe inside she was afraid, afraid to see the scene she wanted.
But she felt like she was overthinking, yet girls in love love to imagine these nonsensical things.
Song Nuan thought in her heart, just a bit of trust between them was necessary.
How could he possibly do those things? But she just couldn't suppress the thoughts in her mind.
After struggling with herself many times in her heart, she finally took out her phone and called him.
She made the call standing at the door of the room.
The phone rang for quite a while before it was connected.
The man's voice was hoarse: "Song Nuan."
"Where are you?" Song Nuan asked.
Lu Yan didn't lie, answered particularly honestly, "Downstairs."
"Downstairs?" Song Nuan: "Why are you downstairs?"
There was ten seconds of silence on the other side of the phone.
