Ouyang Zixin Asked Herself If She Dared to Be the Female Lead? Standing Before Leng Yaozhu, the Answer Was Obvious

"After waiting this long, will another moment kill you?"

Leng Yaozhu snorted, her tone brimming with impatience.

Gu Yue pursed her lips aggrievedly.

She was sprawled atop an air conditioner unit mounted on the hotel's exterior wall.

Her silver hair had been blown into a complete mess by the wind, while her little hands clung desperately to the edge of the unit's casing.

Curled into a ball, she looked just like a silver-furred hamster abandoned on a roof by its owner.

More than ninety meters above the ground, countless household lights glittered below.

Yet all she cared about was pressing her face toward the glass.

Fortunately, Lin An was seated by the window, allowing her to clearly see the profile she missed day and night.

But precisely because she could see him so clearly, she felt even worse.

That woman named Ouyang Zixin was inching closer and closer to Lin An, her shoulder nearly pressed against his arm.

A hundred and eighty NTR scenarios instantly played out in Gu Yue's mind.

"Junior, you don't want them to find out about us, do you?"

Ouyang Zixin braced one hand beside Lin An's ear and lifted his chin with the other. Her light pink glossed lips drew closer and closer—

"No!"

Gu Yue violently shook her head, throwing the image out of her mind. Her nails scraped several piercing marks across the air conditioner casing.

Leng Yaozhu hovered in midair, one arm folded across her chest and the other supporting her chin. Her posture was as elegant as if she were attending a dinner party, with not the slightest hint that she was a peeping voyeur.

She glanced at Gu Yue, who was lying on that filthy air conditioner unit, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

This foolish dragon was a