Unaware of her worries, Ye Jiuliang stood at the bedroom door, which was tightly closed with the lock secured.
Ye Jiuliang's eyes darkened slightly as her index finger touched the fingerprint lock.
With a "click," the lock opened.
Ye Jiuliang pushed the door open, and a cold light shot towards her.
Following that fierce aura, she saw the man sitting on the sofa, clad in a dark-colored robe, with his half-wet hair unruly and untamed.
Ye Jiuliang's gaze flickered, and even though she had lost her memory, some habits still persisted, such as his obsession with cleanliness.
Seeing Ye Jiuliang barge into his room again, Li Mochan's brows furrowed tightly, and his voice was icy, "How did you get in?"
The door had a fingerprint lock, how did she get in?
Ye Jiuliang strolled in and sat down opposite him.
"This is my room too, so naturally I can come in," she said.
"Get out," Li Mochan's face turned slightly unsightly at her words.
