Chapter 43: Starbucks' Gratitude and the Novel

Deep into the night, having finished dinner and taken a bath, Wei Tianyang had already laid down to sleep.

In the chilly room, suddenly, a faint scent of flowers began to waft through the air. He took a careful sniff and discerned within this fragrance a slight scent of a young girl.

Who?

There was a gentle knock at the door, followed by the handle turning with a click, and the door opened.

Starbucks entered the room, her hair disheveled, clad in a white gauzy spaghetti-strap dress, and then she quietly shut the door behind her.

Moonlight poured through the window, casting two horizontal shadows from the window frame across the midline of her collarbones and her upper abdomen. Her slightly curled, damp hair adhered to the curve of her cheek, dangling beside her lips.

She wore a smile that was not quite a smile, shedding her usual efficiency and revealing a beguiling charm instead.

"Starbucks? What are you doing here?" Wei Tianyang sat up from the bed.