Coming out feeling refreshed, he wiped the water droplets off his body and opened the curtains. Sunlight poured into the dim house, a breeze blowing through, clearing away all the dust and woodchip smells in the room.
Yu Zexiao turned his head and saw Jian Anning still leaning against the wall at the bathroom door. Last night had been a bit intense. Before taking a shower, she didn't feel it, but after washing up, it was as if all her strength was used up, and she suddenly felt weak.
"Are you okay?" Seeing her exaggerated state, Yu Zexiao chuckled, "Do you need me to carry you downstairs?"
"No need." Jian Anning steadied herself, then got up and dressed.
After tidying up a bit, it was almost eleven o'clock. Seeing the time they got up, Jian Anning blushed a bit: "We can't wake up this late from now on."
