The corridor on the second floor of the dimly-lit villa was carpeted with a thick, sheepskin grey velvet rug, soft as cloud when stepped upon.
At the end of the corridor were several windows, through which snow and moonlight drifted in, casting their glow on the three room doors not far apart.
The light and shadows were scattered, each with its own mottled pattern.
When Lu Jincheng actually reached the second floor, he turned to stand by a window, gazing absently at the door to Zhong Ruixi's suite.
In reality, from a practical standpoint, he knew.
It was highly likely that Zhong Ruixi would not reject him today.
She was direct by nature, filled with unabashed passion. As long as she felt ready in her heart, anytime would be right.
But there was a moment when he felt it wasn't quite appropriate.
Two classmates were just in the next room.
