Until they both entered the bathroom, Li Qiao noticed Shang Yu following her in, only then did she realize something was amiss.
She cleared her throat lightly and motioned towards the door, "I'll wash myself."
The implication being, you should leave.
Shang Yu's gaze was deep and dark, he reached out and unfastened the robe dangling at his waist, his actions carrying a stern sensuality, "Together."
How could they bathe like this?
Li Qiao took a step back, ready to refuse, but the next second her words were swallowed as the man captured her lips.
Intimacy perhaps was the best remedy for calming emotions.
...
The next day, it snowed.
Li Qiao drowsily opened her eyes, raised the curtains and was greeted by a snow-covered world outside.
She hugged the quilt, recalling last night, her throat rolled, her brows and eyes bearing an irresistible charm.
Li Qiao didn't even know how she fell asleep.
