Ruan Pianran's movements as she took out the keys were very light and deliberately cautious, without making any noise.
Dim lighting fell, and because Ruan Pianran was beautiful, even without elaborate attire, the scene in the dimness looked very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. But if one only paid attention to her actions, the deliberate caution emitted a sneaky vibe, like a thief trying to sneak into someone else's house.
Maybe it was because it was late, the hallway was empty, and soon, Ruan Pianran opened the door, carrying her luggage and cake into the room.
The living room lights were off, welcoming her was a room full of romantic and ambiguous flickering candlelight and faintly audible heavy breathing!
Suddenly, it felt like a basin of ice water had been poured over her head, chilling her from head to toe and piercing her heart. Ruan Pianran felt cold, her actions stiffened, and her heart pained sharply!
