Long Xiliang sat up from the bed and pressed a button on the bedside table.
The curtains on the side of the large bed automatically drew open to reveal a massive cold moon in the pitch-black night sky.
The moonlight shone on the man's exceptionally handsome face, and under his deep-set brow, his obsidian eyes reflected a dim luster. The cool moonlight traced down his neck, along his collarbone, highlighting the perfect curves of his chest.
This scene was enough to be captured in a painting, frozen in eternity.
He picked up the iPad, noticing the new message on Weibo: "Lu Xiaoyou suspected to be in love?"
He couldn't stop himself from clicking on the message. On Weibo's trending list, the words "Lu Xiaoyou's relationship" had already reached the top, with the fiery red "explode" symbol adding fuel to the flame.
Long Xiliang clicked again on the critical keywords of the trending topic, intending to read the news, but the page failed to refresh—the Weibo server had crashed.
