When Gu Jiayin returned to the bedroom, she heard the sound of water flowing from the bathroom and knew that Sheng Qianchi was taking a shower.
The ground bedding had already been laid out.
She climbed into the bed and snuggled under the quilt.
That night, her heart felt warm. In this villa, once unfamiliar and repellent, there were now two familiar and intimate things, so it didn't seem so hateful anymore.
She looked at the ceiling and thought shallowly. In fact, Sheng Qianchi could still be considered a gentleman. He said he wouldn't force her, and he really didn't. Noble as he was, he slept on the ground bedding every day.
Unknowingly, the corners of her lips curled into a smile.
When Sheng Qianchi came out, he saw the woman's flower-like smile and couldn't help but tease, "Smiling like that, I might think you're inviting me."
The man casually put on a black bathrobe, the belt loosely tied at his waist, revealing a large, strong chest, exuding extreme allure.
