Gu Mohan caressed her tiny face for awhile before retracting his hand. "I'll take a shower first."
With that, he strode away and pushed open the bathroom door. In a matter of seconds, the sound of rushing water could be heard.
He was taking a shower.
Tang Mo'er stared into blank space for awhile before she lifted the blanket and got down from the bed, removing his black coat and blazer from the couch and hanging them up, pausing to bring them to her chest first. The clothes were filled with his scent, a healthy and clean masculinity that tugged gently at her heart and soothed her anxious mind.
Her delicate fingertips tugged on the cold and tough fabric and she moved her face closer to it, sniffing the matured yet familiar masculine scent. It made her feel safe and in love again.
No matter where he was, he would provide assurance to everyone, even if everything was at its worst. That was the thing that was so uniquely him.
