Li Zhicheng stood beside the lamp, heard the sound, and turned his head.

He was wearing a long black bathrobe with his hands in his pockets and his calves exposed. The bathrobe was velvet, pure black and soft, making his face look cooler and whiter. In this way, he looked more lazy and graceful than usual, but he was also quite handsome.

I don't know how long I have been waiting for her.

Lin Qian even forgot his breath and looked at him foolishly.

When he saw her, he pulled his hands out of his pocket and walked slowly towards her step by step.

Lin Qian's heart was almost out of her throat.

He walked up to her and looked down at her. Lin Qian's palms began to sweat.

He suddenly bent down and hugged her horizontally. Lin Qian let out a low cry, and the person was already firmly in his arms.

There was such a quietness around her, her face pressed against his chest, and she heard his equally rapid heartbeat. And he was condescending, his deep eyes staring at her tightly like endless night.

"Lin Qian." He asked slowly, "How long have I been waiting?"

Lin Qian felt his throat dry and his voice was slightly hoarse: "...Seventy-nine days?"
Chapter completed!