song qincheng nodded. she did not rush him and looked away from the man's back. she more or less knew that she had been staring at him for too long, which was why he had turned his head to look at her.
song qincheng had no idea why she was staring at his back in a daze. perhaps it was because of the gloomy aura that the man had at that moment.
july's hair was now barely over her shoulders.
her half-wet black hair was a little puffy, covering her white and round shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with the dark blue bath towel.
song qincheng didn't climb into bed immediately. she saw the suit jacket that was casually thrown on the chaise lounge and went over to pick it up. she found a clothes hanger in the corner and carefully hung the suit on it.
at that moment, yu tingchuan received another call.
it was work-related.
song qincheng could tell that he had been waiting for this call.
