A flustered apology, "I'm sorry, I..."
Nan Ze smiled, "It's okay. I often stay here, and I have clothes to change into."
What seemed gentle was merely a facade.
Shen Zhimei stared at him, almost falling into that infinite universe without any foothold.
She also forgot she came to grab her phone. Apologizing once more, she turned to climb the stairs. The gaze falling upon her back stirred an irresistible flutter in her heart. She clutched the towel in her hand tighter, her pace quickening to almost a run.
Nan Wan and Xu Moyi were in the same room. Upon entering, Shen Zhimei locked the door.
Xu Moyi noticed the unusual flush on Shen Zhimei's face and approached curiously, "Why is your face so red? You don't have a fever, do you? It can't be, right? It's only been a few minutes. Even if Lin were here, it wouldn't happen this quickly!"
"Huh? Is it really that red?" Shen Zhimei instinctively touched her cheek, feeling the heat.
