A cold joke

The early morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling window into the room of the homestay, giving the person lying on the bed a layer of soft light.

The thin blanket slid over Lin Hanxing's waist, and his long, black, curly hair was scattered messily.

"Oh ..."

His long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings. The moment Lin Hanxing opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a man leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window.

The neckless collar of his shirt faintly revealed his sexy collarbones.

Lei Xiao's entire body was bathed in light and shadow. The White curtains fluttered in the wind, and the outline of his handsome face could be vaguely seen.

As if hearing the movement from the bed, Thunder owl turned his head to look.

Seeing that she had woken up, the corners of his thin lips slowly curled up.

Lin Hanxing felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

"Don't Smile at Me like that ..."