Bai Zhi quickly dried off, wrapped herself in a bathrobe, washed her face, and applied some skincare products before walking out.
Sang Mo was sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard and scrolling through something on his Light Computer. His brows were knitted, though it was unclear what he was looking at. When he heard the bathroom door open, he looked up from the device.
His eyes held a natural coldness as he looked at Bai Zhi. Under his stare, her steps faltered. She instinctively tightened her bathrobe, pursed her lips, and then slowly walked toward the bed.
Sang Mo observed her movements. "Are you nervous?"
Bai Zhi was speechless. "...Anyone would be nervous with you staring at them like that!"
Sang Mo nodded. "Then you'd better get used to it."
Bai Zhi: "..."
'Can I take it back?!'
'Once a month was definitely a better idea!'
'He really had a way of making it impossible for her to go through with this, even with the lights off!'
