When Ji Qin opened the door with the room card, he could hear his own heartbeat pounding like a drum.
As he twisted the handle to open the door, he smelled the gentle fragrance wafting from the room, and Ji Qin felt a dry and scorching sensation in his mouth.
The room was dimly lit, with the main light turned off, leaving only the bedhead lamp casting a soft glow.
His footsteps were silent on the carpet, and as he closed the door and walked forward a few steps, Ji Qin immediately saw the hem of a dress trailing down from the bed.
Under the dress hem, a pair of slender legs were exposed, one golden high-heeled shoe was on a foot, and the other had fallen haphazardly to the floor.
Ji Qin heard the sound in his throat as he murmured.
His gaze moved up from the dress shimmering with a gleaming radiance, catching sight of the shapely body on the bed, and Ji Qin instantly responded physically.
But when he saw the face, Ji Qin gaped in astonishment.
Wen Ya?
How could it be Wen Ya?
