Mu Shaochen had not expected Mu Shaochen would agree so readily.
Qin Wan blinked in surprise, a faint smile appearing on her lips as she picked up her nightgown and went to the bathroom.
Mu Shaochen watched Qin Wan's figure disappear at the bathroom door.
He felt like having a smoke.
But as he was about to take out a cigarette from the pack, he thought of something and put it back into his pocket.
After waiting for half an hour.
The bathroom door opened, and Mu Shaochen instinctively turned his head to look in that direction.
Qin Wan, dressed in her nightgown and carrying the scent of her bath, emanated a fragrance that flitted across Mu Shaochen's senses, a flicker of emotion crossing the depths of his eyes.
He stood up, hesitated for two seconds, but ultimately did not approach.
Qin Wan, with her wet hair draped over one shoulder and a towel in hand, did not intend to dry her hair by herself.
