As the bedroom door was quietly pushed open, Sheng Qianchi was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, having just finished the last phone call. He glanced at the doorway, quickly walked over to the bunk, lay down, as if he had never gotten up.
Gu Jiayin entered quietly, making hardly a sound, yet bringing in a chill and dampness.
In the darkness, Sheng Qianchi half-squinted his eyes, watching the woman tiptoe in, silently observing for a few seconds, his thin lips curling into a smile that was both playful and nonchalant.
Until she climbed back into the bed, Sheng Qianchi didn't say a word, or even make a sound. Gu Jiayin let out a deep breath.
It was already early morning. She gently closed her eyes, peacefully drifting into dreamland.
In the darkness, listening to the woman's even breathing, Sheng Qianchi quietly swiped open his phone. The message from Mo Jun contained just a brief sentence: All surveillance has been cleared, Miss Gu will be without trouble.
