PREVIEW
... ed out happily, sitting up from the bed as she spoke.
“Open the door.”
Mo Xiuchen’s voice came through the phone, deep and magnetic. Hearing it, Cheng Jia’s heart started to race. She threw off the light blanket and climbed out of bed, “Mo Xiuchen, you… Are you back?”
“Yeah.”
A single, neutral syllable, revealing no emotion.
“Wait a moment, Xiuchen, I’ll open the door for you right away,” Cheng Jia said, forgetting about her painful foot. As she stepped do ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE