"Rest well."
The glimpse of springtime in that moment had set Lin Fan's heart aflutter.
After all, Little Shuang and Da Shuang were tall beauties, and their tight skin was naturally wonderful to touch.
But Lin Fan ultimately stood up, opened the room door, and left only one sentence behind, leaving Little Shuang sitting there, dumbfounded, watching the door close, her heart sinking to the bottom.
"Why... why can't I be a bit braver!"
Little Shuang bit her lip, feeling somewhat regretful.
It's said that men chase women across mountains, women chase men behind a layer of yarn.
If she had pierced through that window paper, maybe Lin Fan would have pounced directly on her. Given the rare chance to be alone, she really missed out this time, and who knows how long she would have to wait now.
