Mo Shichen did not speak, so the two bodyguards did not say anything more either.
Not to mention the strong wind and heavy rain, even on a windless sunny day, picking up so many letters was no easy task. In the end, it mobilized all the servants and bodyguards in the entire mansion... including the chefs who couldn't escape the ordeal and braved the downpour to pick up letters everywhere, except for Wen Yi—
Mo Shichen returned to the bedroom around midnight, only to find that she had already fallen asleep in bed.
Mo Shichen, "..."
He stood expressionlessly at the doorway, his clothes so wet they could be wrung out, with a handsome face gloomy enough to drip water.
She really had some nerve.
With the thunderstorm raging like a scene from a horror movie, she could still sleep so peacefully. And on his bed, no less, this woman wasn't even worried that he would come in and force himself on her at midnight.
