C561 Possessive Desire

The lights in the room were still on. When Tang Kexin walked in, she saw Leng Mohuai leaning on the window and looking at something in his hand.

Tang Kexin tiredly threw her bag away and lied on the bed, looking at Leng Mohuai, who was still reading at such a late hour.

No, he wasn't looking at anything else, but at the one she had always kept on the bedside table