Ye Qinghao stood there dumbfounded, instinctively opening the door and trying to chase after, but the door to the room opposite was already closed and locked from the inside.
Ye Qinghao: ...
Ye Qinghao stood outside the door, staring at it, completely puzzled.
Why, just a moment ago everything was fine, with kisses and invitations, and suddenly he was given a cold, closed door?
He was about to knock on the door when his phone buzzed. He immediately picked it up and saw a WeChat message from An Lan: [I'm asleep, no disturbances, thank you.]
Ye Qinghao: ...
Ye Qinghao looked at the door for a good two minutes and still couldn't make sense of it. He could only turn back and return to An Lan's home.
He glanced once more at the opposite door, seeing that An Lan indeed had no intention of opening it. Only then did he close the door and wandered into An Lan's bedroom.
Looking at the small floral country-style bedsheet, he suddenly flopped onto it.
Huh?
