“Then go take a shower.” What did her room selection have to do with him taking a bath?
“Each room has its own bathroom. So, whichever room you choose, I’ll shower there?” He raised his arm playfully, flexing his muscles. “I don’t mind if you watch. See? Your fiancé is quite generous, isn’t he?”
She poked his forehead firmly with her finger. “Leng Muxun, you’re asking for a beating.”
“Miss, hurry up and choose. Once you’ve decided, we can shower separately. I need to sleep.”
Zhong Wanqiu’s head began to buzz as he guided her forward, opening each door one by one. Every room looked like it belonged to a man, devoid of any feminine touch. Black and white, simple yet exuding a deadly elegance. She glanced back at Leng Muxun’s white shirt and black trousers, still a black-and-white match. The unspoken connection between them lingered, deepening the emotional tension.
“I want this room.” The moment she saw the swing on the balcony, she fell in love with it—finally, a hint of femininity that reflected her desire for a small escape from her worries.
“OK, as you wish.” He turned away briskly, his voice and demeanor noticeably lighter, as if her agreement to stay had saved his life. Even the faint coldness about him seemed to fade.
“There are my pajamas in the wardrobe. Make do for the night.” He tossed the remark over his shoulder as he walked away, his tone casual, but the distance in his posture underscoring the unspoken boundaries. Even the faint coldness about him seemed to fade, hinting at the unresolved feelings beneath.
Standing quietly in this unfamiliar room, everything felt like a dream. How wonderful if it were a dream she wouldn’t want to wake up, preferring to lose all her unhappiness in this woven illusion.
But those troubles were inevitable parts of life. Once experienced, they could never be shaken off.
The room was silent. Zhong Wanqiu opened the wardrobe and randomly selected one of his shirts to serve as pajamas.
The brand-new white shirt hung loosely on her, but it worked perfectly as sleepwear. She didn’t care whether it was a luxury brand or not; it was just pajamas now. He was right; he was the one who had hit her, so he ought to take responsibility.
Clutching the shirt, she ambled to the bathroom. Though she had never craved luxury since childhood and was used to sharing facilities in college, having a private bathroom now made her feel a rare sense of relief and comfort.
The beautiful bathroom had marble floors and mirrors on all four walls, reflecting her image everywhere. Even while undressing, she felt as if she were being watched by herself.
The gleaming showerhead sprayed warm water the moment she turned it on. She didn’t dare take a proper shower because of her injured leg, so she merely dampened a clean towel and wiped herself down. That was all she could manage; until her leg healed, she had to be careful.
On the shelf were towels, body wash, and shampoo, all brands she had never dared to dream of using before. Yet now, she was indulging in them.
After finishing, Zhong Wanqiu emerged from the bathroom wearing Leng Muxun’s white shirt, only to find him leaning against the wall like a seductive menace just outside the door. Her cheeks flushed as she saw his damp hair and bare chest, and she quickly lowered her head, overwhelmed with embarrassment and uncertainty.
Staring at her toes, “You… what are you doing?” His voice was calm but edged with restraint. Didn’t he say they should sleep separately? Didn’t he say he wouldn’t touch her before she agreed? The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken feelings and restraint.
What is he doing here now?