Chu Mucheng’s eyes seemed to carry fire, coldly fixed on her. After he entered the room, he noticed the wall lights in the living room were on, and so were the ones in the bedroom. It wasn’t pitch black! And this feeling was very warm. It was as if someone was waiting for him to come home! It was a feeling of being awaited, of being anticipated by someone, making him feel needed! Seeing the woman sleeping soundly on the bed, a different sensation suddenly rose in his heart. He had never thought that such a woman would appear in his life. Back then, when An Xiaoyu suddenly appeared in his house, his heart resisted, because An Xiaoyu seemed like an intruder, and she was the daughter of Su Linxue, whom he detested. They say love extends to what one loves, and conversely, hate works the same way. So he didn’t like An Xiaoyu, didn’t like the girl who suddenly barged into his life. But later, everything had unknowingly changed. Now, the appearance of Tao Zhixiang was also an unexpected event in his life. She was different from An Xiaoyu, yet this woman’s stubbornness and strength made him see her in a new light. That night, he felt like he was homeless, but unknowingly he had come here again... Even he couldn’t believe he found himself coming here repeatedly! Was he under a spell? At this moment, looking at the woman beneath him, Chu Mucheng felt his heart in turmoil. Tao Zhixiang struggled, reaching out to block him; the bedside lamp was dim, and under the dim light, Chu Mucheng’s face seemed cold and distant. However, there was a fervent fire slowly flickering in his eyes. Chu Mucheng’s voice carried a deep allure, ringing in her ear. Tao Zhixiang’s heart trembled; she didn’t know how to call him. Google seaʀᴄh 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵 This man, why is he so wicked! She didn’t want to speak, didn’t want to call him, but what else could she do? Now, it seemed she had no room left for resistance. Tao Zhixiang opened her eyes, meeting Chu Mucheng’s burning gaze, mustering the courage to speak. Because she had just woken up, Tao Zhixiang’s voice carried a soft and lazy undertone. That night, the cold wind howled outside, a scene of winter’s chill. But inside this small apartment, inside this bedroom, because of this woman’s presence, Chu Mucheng felt great warmth.