Hugging Her In His Arms

Huo Hannian's tall figure stood at the door of the room, blocking most of the light in the corridor.

Wen Ruan stared at him in a daze. For a moment, she thought that she was hallucinating.

No, why would he appear here in the middle of the night?

Looking at his sculpture-like handsome and perfect facial features, Wen Ruan blinked." You…" When did you come?"

"Ten minutes ago."

Wen Ruan seemed to have thought of something and lowered her head to look at herself.

She was wearing a pair of oversized cartoon pajamas, and her hair was messed up by her design drafts. She was wearing a pair of frameless glasses on her nose bridge. With a bang, she closed the door.

Huo Hannian, who was locked outside the door, was speechless.

Wen Ruan returned to her room and took out a long dress with straps from her suitcase. After changing into it, she fixed her hair.

She removed her glasses and went to the bathroom to wash her face before opening the door again.