Zheng Manman crouched down like a cat, with one hand on the door handle, her head tilted slightly and her ear pressed against the door. Dressed in a light-colored pair of pajamas, she was bent over, the loose fabric perfectly outlining the curve of her back, revealing even the narrowest contours of her form.
Whether the noise outside was too faint or the door's sound insulation was too effective, she heard nothing at all.
"Could I be hallucinating?"
Chapter 472