She Mistook Others for Her

It was a beautiful morning, and the sun was shining through the gauze on the clean windowsill. Dew rolled down the green leaves like a beauty's tears.

It was a large European style bed.

Liszt was lying in the middle of the bed, a handsome face under a tangle of short hair. His eyebrows were sharp and deep, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes cast a shadow over his delicate skin.

He subconsciously moved to the side.

Empty.

Where did Jiang Xiaoyue go so early in the morning?

Liszt frowned, opening his eyes slowly. His dark eyes were filled with a sense of drowsiness.

Where is this place?

Judging by the style, it was obviously a hotel.

He froze, the scenes playing in his head like a movie.

A woman helped him into the room and undressed him.

He reached out his hand to caress her soft cheeks, his thumb tracing across her red lips. His eyes were filled with pleasant surprise. "Xiao Yue …"