Mo Xingyuan had once said he would never sleep with a woman he didn’t love.
So, he must love her, at least a little, she thought.
Su Li’s fingers dug into the small of his back.
Then, abruptly, he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” Su Li asked, confused.
Mo Xingyuan fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. The screen flared to life, its light jarring in the darkness.
The buzzing seemed to echo, deafeningly
















