"It wasn't me who howled," Lin Zifeng said.
"In the room, besides you and me, if it wasn't you who howled, do you suggest it was me?" Nangong Bing gave him a sideways glance, her pretty face with a touch of makeup clearly displaying a hint of displeasure.
Up in the middle of the night, not sleeping, and imitating wolf howls—this guy really is a piece of work.
"It really wasn't me!" The man's pale face grew even more awkward, but considering there couldn't possibly be a wolf around the villa apart from the handsome guy, Lin Zifeng found the situation very odd.
"Lin, you're really boring. Playing such games in the middle of the night, don't you think it's quite annoying?"
As it turns out, imitating wolf howls in the middle of the night and disturbing others' rest doesn't sit well with anyone.
"I...!" Lin Zifeng rolled his eyes so hard, they nearly popped out. When the hell did I howl like a wolf?
"So boring!"
