She thought and thought, but in the end, she didn't call him.
Mo Shiqian hadn't taken a lengthy shower, and after about twenty minutes, he lay down in the bed, bringing with him a hint of dampness, and extinguished the last lamp in the bedroom as well.
The man's heavy form made the double bed seem to sink slightly.
In less than a few seconds, his arm still found its way around her waist and drew her into his embrace.
Soon after, Chi Huan heard the even breathing of the man behind her.
Only then did she gently turn her body to see the man's handsome face, half illuminated by the dim moonlight. It might have been an illusion, but she felt there was an indescribable tiredness in his features.
But then again, he had come home late last night, only sleeping at two or three in the morning, and he had gotten up early again, followed by a whole day's worth of hustle. It was probably true that he was exhausted.
Yet, as she looked at the ceiling, she felt no trace of sleepiness.
