Ji Wei took off her coat, and clad only in lingerie, she slipped under the covers, wrapping herself tightly.
As time ticked away, Ji Wei lay there nervously clutching the corner of the quilt. Though it was early winter, her palms were surprisingly damp with sweat.
Clang—
Hearing the bathroom door open, Ji Wei reflexively closed her eyes.
Gu Moqian came out wearing a black bathrobe, the collar open, revealing his honey-colored skin. His black short hair was still wet and dripping.
Only the bedside lamp was lit, casting light on his indifferent glance at the figure wrapped in the covers on the bed. He then walked straight towards the sofa.
Lying on the bed, Ji Wei initially felt her heart race at the sound of the man's footsteps, gripping the quilt ever tighter. However, after a moment, Gu Moqian seemed still.
He didn't come towards her.
