Under the same roof, on the same floor, a lone man and woman; if Fu Shilv wants, passion can ignite without a hitch.
Sheng Youxia let out a low laugh.
Fu Shilv's voice tightened with excitement; he had been calling her since seven o'clock, and now it was already eight.
It was obvious how soundly she had been sleeping.
"You're still laughing?"
"Aren't I trusting you? Mr. Fu, this is called absolute trust in you!"
Fu Shilv said, "Stop it, have you gotten up?"
"Just got up and picked up your call."
That made him thankful that she kept him in her thoughts.
Sheng Youxia lifted the quilt and got up. She leisurely walked to the window, sunlight pierced through the glass, danced on her flawless face, causing her to squint.
She let out a soft murmur, Fu Shilv heard the gentle tone.
"What's wrong?"
"The weather's nice, but it's too bright. By the way, are you coming home tonight?"
Fu Shilv paused slightly, "Not sure."