Neither of them spoke after that.
After Qiao Jiusheng finished washing Fang Yusheng's hair, she asked, "Do you want to take a shower again, or is that enough?"
"I'll soak for a while more."
"Okay."
Leaving Fang Yusheng alone in the bathroom, Qiao Jiusheng stood up and walked out.
Their suite had an entryway between the bathroom and the bedroom, which had a locker on the left and a mirror on the right. Qiao Jiusheng quickly glanced at the person in the mirror. There seemed to be a hint of excitement on her face. She shook her head and said softly, "You're not the person he loves at all."
His love at this moment was just a whim.
