Lu Xiaoxiao almost fell asleep on the sofa when she noticed someone close behind her. She opened her eyes and wanted to stand up from the sofa almost because of conditioned reflex.

But in the next second, the ink is directly pressed on the shoulder.

"Sit down."

The low and magnetic voice stiffened Lu Xiaoxiao's body slightly, but he sat down the next second as he said, and his body was not as tight as it had just been.

Lu Xiaoxiao has been in a state of extreme tension these days, even she does not know why.

Sometimes it's as if there's something serious going on.

Lu Xiaoxiao sighed silently,...