Bao Jingyan arrived home, and it was already past midnight.
He tiptoed back to the bedroom.
Su Ruanruan was still awake.
At this time, she was in the dressing room hanging his luggage piece by piece.
She wore a light pink bathrobe.
Her long hair slightly damp, draped over her slim shoulders.
Bao Jingyan watched her for a while, feeling a warmth in his eyes.
He approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist.
His slender fingers restless, he asked in a low voice, "Why are you still busy with these things so late?"
Su Ruanruan turned around in his arms, pushing him slightly forward.
The two leaned against the wardrobe.
He did nothing but hold her and talk.
Su Ruanruan, who knew him best, sensed something was on his mind and gently tapped his shoulder, "What's wrong, Bao Jingyan?"
Those matters were too dark, Bao Jingyan didn't want her to know.
He smiled, "It's nothing!"
