Ning Wei planned to leave after picking up a few things from Feng An Yu's place. Unfortunately, Feng An Yu was really good at persuasion.
It was raining heavily. The road was slippery and her clothes were wet. If she were stubborn about returning to her apartment right now, there was a high chance that she might catch a fever.
Recently, Ning Wei has been busy with work. If she got sick, she would push back a few plans the company had scheduled for her. Currently, she needs to prioritize her own health.
The elevator ride was too silent.
Ning Wei glanced at Feng An Yu, who was standing before the door. His hair was wet. She could see the water dripping from the end of his hair and sliding down his neck before it disappeared into his shirt. She lowered her gaze, as if wanting to follow where the droplet of water had disappeared to. Then, Ning Wei noticed his clothes plastered against his skin.
