Then, footsteps!
Every muscle in Wen Ran's body was tight as she stood rigidly at the doorway.
The footsteps grew closer; the crisp, masculine aura of the man behind her wove into her nostrils, unruly disrupting her heartbeat.
"Did you shower?"
Mo Xiuchen's deep voice fell into her ear, warm breath accompanying it, causing her heart to jolt. She jerked around abruptly, a large hand holding fast onto her shoulder.
The man's breath was now focused directly at the tip of her nose.
"I did!"
Her voice trembled slightly due to his presence. With that spoken, she furrowed her brows in annoyance, vexed at why she was so nervous.
"Hmm, then let's go to bed!"
Compared to her nervousness, Mo Xiuchen was evidently calm and composed, unhurried and patient. At this moment, he and Wen Ran were like a cat and a mouse.
"I'm not sleepy, you go to sleep first!"
Wen Ran reflexively rejected, turning to look at the European-style large bed a few meters away, her heart beating frantically.
