While they were entwined in passion, Tang Huai arrived at Yang Hongxing's residence.
Standing at the door, Tang Huai knocked gently.
Yang Hongxing had already gone to bed. She had a tough day at the construction site and was very tired. Although it was just past nine, she was already sleeping soundly.
Hearing the knock, she thought it was Tang Ying or Tang Fei returning from night study and yelled grumpily, "Didn't I tell you to bring your keys? What are you knocking for!"
"It's me." Tang Huai stood elegantly at the door with a small paper bag in hand, smiling faintly.
At the sound of that voice, Yang Hongxing felt as if she had been doused with cold water and immediately snapped awake.
She bolted up like a carp and leapt out of bed, rushing to the door. Through the door, she asked warily, "What are you doing here?"
"I have something to ask you," Tang Huai said in a mild tone, but her voice was very pleasant.
