The night was deep, Su Nuo and Hu Yanbing squatted on the balcony, accompanied by flowers and plants, facing each other in the cold wind, the scene somewhat desolate.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Lin Huan comfortably lay on the sofa, with legs crossed, drinking ice-cold beer, occasionally making a toast gesture toward the outside, making the two outside gnash their teeth in hatred.
But there was nothing they could do; Lin Huan's mastery of illusion techniques allowed him to easily hide indoors.
Truth be told, Lin Huan wasn't much more comfortable than the two outside; Miao Xuan had been crying her eyes out daily, neglecting eating and grooming.
Inside the room, he was comfortable, but his mood grew increasingly gloomy.
The romantic scenes he originally imagined sometimes appeared, but under such circumstances, combined with the constant watch of those two outside, he wasn't in the mood to peek.
