The sound of rushing water ceased, and the small room seemed even quieter. Even the tiny sound of residual water droplets plinking onto the floor from the showerhead distinctly reached Chu Ge's ears.
With his remarkable sense of hearing, he quickly caught a rustling sound that was evidently the noise of clothes being put on. Judging by the sound, Mu Lingshan was dressing slowly, clearly lost in thought.
As for what she was thinking, Chu Ge had no answer that could convince himself, so he didn't bother wasting brain cells pondering it. Anyway, whatever Mu Lingshan wanted, he would soon find out.
Chu Ge let out a long breath, got out of bed, and grabbed a cigarette and lighter.
Chu Ge pressed down on the lighter, and with a "click," a small flame burst forth in the darkness. He didn't immediately light the cigarette, as his gaze fixed on the tiny flame, his face flickering in its illumination.
