Shirao instinctively blushed and turned her back to avoid looking at him.
She saw the silhouette of him undressing in the light and shadow.
Even though it was just a shadow, she quickly covered her hands, still feeling his breathing—sometimes deep, sometimes shallow—making her emotions quite chaotic.
So, she suddenly blew out the candle with a puff.
Zhan Nanjue: "..."
Shirao lay on the sofa again, but her mood was completely different from before. She couldn't fall asleep whether her eyes were open or closed.
She turned over and accidentally bumped into Zhan Nanjue's back.
Remembering that he wasn't wearing a shirt, she was startled and quickly shrank her body away.
She couldn't remember how dawn came.
She only remembered that the moment someone pushed open the door, she opened her eyes to find herself embracing Zhan Nanjue.
"Oh my God, why are there two people inside..."
"It's those two guests from yesterday..."
The store clerk was shocked.
