After kissing her, he carefully and gently picked her up, pulled a bath towel over her body, and brought her to the bed.
Watching her sleep peacefully, Nangong Jin, however, felt wide awake and a little restless; he wanted to smoke a cigarette.
But seeing her sleep so soundly, he refrained from smoking in the room and instead took his cigarette to the bathroom.
He didn't know when loving someone had become this way—making him think about her in every little detail almost instinctively, without any premeditation.
Taking care of every tiny aspect.
To be honest, he used to be a carefree guy who didn't care about much. When did he become so meticulous?
Even he himself didn't know when love transformed him into such a person.
In the bathroom, Nangong Jin lit a cigarette, his upper body half-naked, only a towel loosely tied around his waist. He leaned lazily against the wall, took a deep drag, slightly squinting his eyes as if feeling a bit intoxicated.
