C65 Touching

After seeing Yin Fenglin back to her room, Xing Mo Yang prepared to return to his. However, the image of a peerless beauty at the door caused his gaze to be fixated on the scenery at that moment.

Lin Han'er's ink-black hair danced in the wind that blew into the hall. She stood quietly outside his room, waiting for his return.

"What's the matter?" He suddenly asked