"I, I..."
Stammering, Mu Shengfeng didn't know what he should say, or what he could say.
Chi Yunxi remained silent, walked straight past Mu Shengfeng, placed the clothes on the sink counter in the bathroom, and upon returning, left without looking back.
Sighing softly, Mu Shengfeng wrapped himself in the blanket and floated like a white ghost into the bathroom.
When he came out, he was already neatly dressed.
In the afternoon, Ruan Xu arrived.
When Chi Yunxi called to say Mu Shengfeng's wound had opened up, Ruan Xu immediately imagined several scenarios of intense activity. Although he knew a bedroom scene was the least plausible, Ruan Xu felt it was also the most likely.
