Wen Shu's face blushed furiously as she hid in Wu Xuan's embrace, no matter how he questioned her, she only responded with a mosquito-like hum.
It wasn't until she pushed open the door to see the empty bedroom under the glazed lamp light that the heat on her face dissipated somewhat.
Her gaze fell upon the messy bed curtains, recalling Mious's hurt yet restrained eyes as she left, and the feeling of guilt surged once more in her heart.
"Wu Xuan, let me down."
Her feet touched the floor again, Wen Shu composed her thoughts, and suddenly a wave of wet cold wind brushed her face. She looked up and realized that the balcony door was slightly ajar.
She was puzzled, but before she could think about it, she heard the sound of water from the bathroom, and then Mious opened the door, wrapped in a bathrobe, cold air emanating from him.
He was drying his hair, his indifferent yet handsome features slightly obscured by the misty wet strands.
