When she got home, it was already dusk. Xia Yun, exhausted, returned to her bedroom and threw her bag onto the sofa.
The sky had gradually darkened, and she curled up quietly on the sofa, hugging her arms, too lazy to turn on the light...
In the distant night, the sound of police sirens suddenly came through. She was immediately startled awake, reflexively jumping up, when suddenly a pair of hands emerged from the darkness and hugged her tightly from behind.
Terrified, she screamed uncontrollably, flailing her arms and desperately pushing away: "Ah... don't touch me! No, it's not me, it's not me..."
The switch clicked, and the lights came on. The person holding her was none other than Ye Mo.
"Xiao Yun, what's wrong?"
Only then did Xia Yun calm down, letting out a long sigh of relief, "You scared me to death!"
Ye Mo helped her sit down and poured a cup of warm water for her, "Xiao Yun, what did you just say wasn't you? What do you mean by that?"
