Ling Chen was stunned. Through the moonlight streaming in from the window, his figure listlessly hung there, as if he too had drunk too much and couldn't muster any energy.
The shadow suddenly stepped back a few steps, and a gentle and elegant voice rang out in the room: "What are you staring at?"
"How is it you?"
"Why shouldn't it be me?"
"What I mean is, why are you in my room?"
"Then where do you think I should be?"
Ling Chen suddenly found himself at a loss for words, staring blankly at the other's outstanding face under the moonlight, which was coated with a layer of silvery glow, and he didn't know what to say.
"It's ugly."
"What?"
The woman's expression remained unchanged, her toe picking up the clothes beside her and throwing them at him.
"Cover it up, it's really ugly."
