Jiang City entered the night, neon lights intertwined, the evening lights just rising.
Shi Su had just stepped through the door and abruptly bumped into the man who had just come out of the master bedroom, freshly showered. He hadn't expected her to be back so soon after dark today, so he didn't deliberately avoid her.
Jing Jihan casually wiped his dripping ink-black short hair, water droplet slid down his face, passed the smooth jawline, and slowly disappeared below...
Shi Su stood at the door as if struck by lightning.
During this time, to avoid the awkwardness and discomfort of being alone with unfamiliar men, he usually showered when she wasn't home, or after she and Mianmian had gone to bed, he would quickly wash in her bathroom. Indeed, she had never caught him like this before.
Shi Su instinctively wanted to turn around and leave, but after a second thought, she realized this was her own home!
