Standing still, looking at the person silently sleeping on the sofa, although she was simply covered with a coat, she didn't feel cold because the heating was on high.
After watching her for a while, Qin Feimo turned around and left, heading to the bathroom to freshen up.
It's still early now, only six thirty-five in the morning.
After freshening up, changing into a clean, neat white shirt and suit, he cleaned up the remaining stubble from last night, and once everything was tidied up, Qin Feimo walked out of the bathroom again.
By this time, twenty-five minutes have already passed.
At seven o'clock, Feng Jinglei seemed to hear some movement, her tightly closed brows creased slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The first sight was the luxurious crystal chandelier, directly overhead.
If it weren't for this conspicuously dazzling chandelier, she wouldn't have remembered that she indeed spent the whole night in Qin Feimo's room last night!
