After bathing Yan Yinuo, Xu Zijin's clothes were completely soaked.
He carried Yan Yinuo out, tossed her onto the bed, and returned to the bathroom for a quick shower.
When he came out, Yan Yinuo, who had been restless for a while, had already fallen asleep clutching the quilt, her whole body curled up in a ball.
The only sound in the room was the whoosh of the heater.
Xu Zijin sat down at the bedside, staring at her profile, his eyes deep and unmoving for a long time.
He had intended to take this opportunity to do something.
But now, seeing Yan Yinuo sleeping soundly, he lost that thought.
He took out his phone and made a call to Maggie, giving her an instruction.
After hanging up, Xu Zijin finally lifted the quilt and lay down.
Probably because the quilt was left open too wide earlier, Yan Yinuo hugged it tighter and instinctively moved toward the source of heat.
She was cold-blooded, while Xu Zijin, despite appearing cool, was warm like a furnace.
