After leaving the bar, Chong Ming went straight to Anran's place.
However, after knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered.
Most of the time, he was rational, rational enough to know what he wanted, rational enough to control his emotions well.
But at this moment, he couldn't control himself, it was so late, and he still rushed over, just wanting an answer.
The door remained closed, and Chong Ming's emotions gradually calmed down.
At this time, she must have been asleep, and it was indeed not very appropriate for him to rush over like this.
He leaned against the door for a while, then slowly went downstairs.
However, this wait lasted the whole night.
When the day was bright and the neighborhood became lively, Chong Ming went upstairs again.
Xu Anran, in a daze, heard the knocking on the door outside, her mind still not clear, struggled to sit up, but every part of her body felt like it had been disassembled and reassembled, sore and aching.
