Chapter 541 The Night Is Long, Take It Slow_1

Wei Anning pulled the door open and stepped out, the living room dimly lit; only on the dining table in front of the French windows, three candles had been lit. The flickering flame added a romantic touch to the scattered rose petals on the floor.

Wei Anning gazed at the man sitting in front of the wide, ink-colored French windows, his handsome profile reflected in the candlelight, making his features appear even more profound. His lips were tightly pursed as he sat quietly, an air of dignified distance emanating from him.

She walked slowly over, stepping on the rose petals scattered on the floor.

Apparently hearing her footsteps, the man turned around, his eyes capturing the darkness of the night, deep and boundless.

Wei Anning's heart began to pound. She stretched out her hand to adjust the sleep gown that barely covered anything, the dim light giving her a sense of security, at least sparing her the immediate scrutiny of his naked gaze.