"A Cheng, where are you going so late... Did your brother call again..."
Zimei was still immersed in chaotic memories, unable to extricate herself.
Ye Cheng walked quickly, his hand already on the door handle in the blink of an eye.
Zimei received no response and immediately pounced toward the bed.
Thud!
A sound of something heavy falling to the ground echoed.
Ye Cheng abruptly turned his head and saw Zimei, along with the blanket, rolling off the bed.
"..."
Zimei was dizzy from the fall, raising a hand to cover her forehead, frowning discontentedly, "Ye Xiaozheng, where did you run off to?"
Ye Cheng sighed helplessly and quickly walked back to help her up.
Zimei raised her face to look at him, only speaking after a while, "Ye Xiaozheng, you little heartless thing, why didn't you catch me? It hurts!"
"..."
"No way, you have to make it up to me."
Before Ye Cheng could respond, Zimei suddenly threw herself into his arms, her hands starting to roam restlessly over his body.
