Gong Ting left, and Wei Anning stood alone beside the swimming pool. The cold wind attacked from all directions, penetrating to the bone. She closed her eyes, turned, and walked towards the villa.
She went into the bathroom to wash her hands. Just as she entered, a dark figure slipped in. She was so scared that she was about to scream, but the person had already covered her mouth and pulled her into a stall.
Wei Anning's heart was pounding wildly. She looked up, and in the dim light, the man's handsome face was dark, staring at her intently, with an inferno burning in his eyes.
Her heart slowly settled back to its place. She breathed a sigh of relief and playfully said, "What are you doing? You scared me to death!"
"What did you talk about? Talking for so long?" The man's tone was so full of jealousy, like a vinegar barrel had been overturned.
Wei Anning laughed softly, "What else could we talk about? It's so cold. Warm me up."
