Yvonne was in low spirits today, perhaps because she'd suffered the entire day yesterday. She went straight to bed after she had dinner.

She slept until midnight. She heard someone knocking on the door in a daze. Irritated, she crept out of bed and opened the door with a long face. "Who is it? What aren't you sleeping at the middle of the—"

A figure passed by her, breaking her off in the middle of her sentence. He said in a deep voice, "There's something I want to talk to you about."

Yvonne trembled and looked at Stephen’s back with a frown on her face. Did he need to go crazy in the middle of the night? She closed the door and followed him while yawning. "Can’t you say it tomorrow? I’m so tired—"

Stephen turned around abruptly. She wasn’t able to react quickly and almost bumped into his chest. With his blurry vision, he could still see that she only wore a sling nightdress. Her fair skin made her look like she was shining.

He couldn't help but think back to how her skin felt aga