Cloud Mansion Villas, second floor.
That intense "Architectural Acoustics" test had finally come to an end.
Before the enormous floor-to-ceiling panoramic window, the smart curtains had been left with only a narrow gap. Cool moonlight poured in like mercury, casting a long ribbon of light across the floor.
The room was filled with a languid, sensual atmosphere.
Zhou Jialu lay curled beneath an Egyptian long-staple cotton blanket like a Persian cat drained of all strength. Her large waves of hair were scattered over the pillow, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. One arm rested outside the covers, dazzlingly pale, her fingertips still trembling faintly.
Su Bai, the "culprit" behind it all, was leaning against the headboard looking utterly energized.
He casually picked up the phone from the bedside table, its screen glaringly bright in the dim room.
"Still not sleeping... are you made of iron?"
Zhou Jialu opened her eyes groggily. Her voice was terribly hoarse, thick with a nasal tone and a soft, coquettish complaint. She shifted with effort, laid her head on Su Bai's thigh, and nuzzled into a comfortable position. "What time is it...?"
"It's still early. Only eleven."
One hand gently stroked her silky hair while the other scrolled through his phone. "I suddenly remembered something. I'm looking up some information."
"What information? Some business deal worth tens of billions?" Zhou Jialu teased with her eyes closed.
"Something like that. An employee background check."
Su Bai smiled and opened WeChat Moments.
His finger paused over the chat window with a cartoon bunny avatar—it was Ke Yujia's WeChat.
When he had driven her home earlier, although they had recognized each other as kindergarten classmates, Su Bai actually knew very little about her present circumstances. He only knew that she was an understudy in the dance