Elite Sapphire Penthouse, 11:40;
Xi Yuan leaned back against the pillows, a long, wearied sigh drifted from his mouth as he slowly loosened up. His eyes, though heavy, followed her quietly—watching as the girl flitted around the room, determined to make things more comfortable for him.
Rong Xinghe marched over to the windows with a sense of purpose, pulling the curtains shut with such finality that not a sliver of light dared sneak through. Satisfied, she tapped her phone, remotely activating the smart kettle on the coffee table before disappearing into the walk-in closet.
A few seconds later, she returned with a scented candle in hand, her brows furrowed in concentration, scanning the room as if on a mission. Lighter? Matchbox? Flint and steel, maybe? Was she about to summon fire like some modern-day cavewoman?
