Qian Meigui sat in an armchair near the sofa. She bundled herself up with a blanket as she crossed her arms over her knee.
She glanced over at the glass windows where the moonlight peered through with a ray. She followed the light as it rested on Song Sheng's handsome face.
His long eyelashes fluttered, his jaw hard and tight. His dark hair tumbled over his face, and his white-collared shirt hugged and traced the outlines of his muscles. Qian Meigui looked away, damning her mind for having such intrusive thoughts.
She tried to sleep sitting up when she heard the crack of his voice, "Water," he said dryly.
Qian Meigui stood up and tip-toed towards the kitchen. She grabbed a glass and ran water in it. She was thankful for helping him put away his things, as she knows where everything belongs by heart.
