Before long, another bowl of noodles was finished. Only then did he feel satisfied.
Qiao Mo glanced at him, stood up, and began to tidy up the dishes, washing them in the kitchen.
Fu Nancheng took off his clothes without a hint of modesty and slipped into the bathroom to shower.
The bathroom was very small, almost too cramped to turn around in.
The showerhead was very low, and he had to bow his head slightly under it, or else he'd bump his head.
But obviously, Fu Nancheng was in a great mood.
Having finished with the dishes, Qiao Mo came out and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, pausing for a moment.
She moved closer and noticed that the bathroom door wasn't closed tightly. Wisps of white steam drifted out through the gap, making the entire room feel misty.
A trace of complexity flickered in Qiao Mo's eyes.
She looked at the time, it was already near five o'clock, and it was getting dark outside.
Was he not planning to leave today?
