Lin Zhiyi lay buried under the covers, feeling the surrounding silence.
The next second, a corner of the quilt in front of her was lifted, and someone directly crawled in.
Black hair was pressed by the quilt, hanging in front of his eyes, making his gaze even more alluring.
Lin Zhiyi caught her breath, suddenly feeling hot and uneasy, as she shrunk backward.
But he only moved closer.
"I've never gone there. I always handle it myself."
Lin Zhiyi was shocked.
What happened to Gong Chen?
More than three years without seeing each other and his speech was truly becoming more unrestrained.
Where did the aloof Third Young Master from before go?
Taking advantage when she wasn't paying attention, Gong Chen's large hand pressed onto her waist, pulling her towards him.
"Li Huan said I like to keep things inside too much, so there's always misunderstandings between us."
"Zhiyi, are you still willing to trust me?"
A whisper of Zhiyi.