Fang Yusheng's hair was short, so he was almost done drying his hair with a few casual wipes.
He threw away the towel, got onto the bed, and lay down beside the wall.
It was mid-September, and the temperature in Binjiang City was only about 20 degrees celsius. Since it was night, the weather was even colder. The air conditioner in Fang Yusheng's room had also been changed to a thin velvet blanket.
To not arouse suspicion, Fang Yusheng and Qiao Jiusheng's bed only had one blanket.
Qiao Jiusheng fell asleep with a stomach full of anger. She did not know how long she had slept, but the cold woke her up. She closed her eyes and pulled her hands around her body before she finally found the blanket. Then, she pulled the blanket over to her and covered herself like a silkworm baby. After that, she contentedly fell asleep.
