The nighttime wind was strong, accompanied by the unceasing chorus of insects in summer. Liang Xue didn't hear the whispers of the two people inside the room.
Unlike Chen Mo, Liang Xue was still aware of propriety. Without barging in without a greeting, she noticed the light was still on inside the room and called out softly again, "Aunt Ning, are you asleep?"
Inside the room, Ning Wan looked anxious, but she dared not shout, whispering, "Are you crazy?"
She didn't expect that at this hour, Chen Mo would still be so rash.
"Don't be afraid. As long as you don't respond, Xue'Er will think you're asleep and will probably leave in a bit," Chen Mo held the beauty tightly. At this moment, he wasn't thinking about anything else, only wanting to immerse himself in this moment.
