C157 You Are Not Qualified to Rule My Life!
At nine o'clock every night, her room door would open on time.
A tall black figure would walk in from outside, holding a bunch of faint lilies in his hands.
Not roses, but lilies.
Perhaps, lilies were more suited to her temperament!
Today, as always, he came on time.
At that moment, the nurses left the ward.
"Young Master Tang …"
They greeted him respectfully.
"Are you asleep?"
"Yes
