She said she wanted to take a bath and asked Zhou Jingwei to put her down.
The latter agreed, gently placing her on the bed.
Cheng Weiyue braced herself on the bedsheet, nearly jumping up to stand.
When she caught Zhou Jingwei's rather meaningful gaze, she forcibly suppressed the impulse and obediently sat still.
"No need to be so nervous, if I say I won't do anything to you, then I won't." Zhou Jingwei stroked Cheng Weiyue's hair, soothing her like a frightened little animal. He said, "Yueyue, I'm not going to be a person who goes back on his word with you."
The hotel's shower gel was a custom product from a high-end perfume brand, and it smelled very pleasant, with a rich yet sweet rose scent as its base note.
Cheng Weiyue came out of the bathroom wrapped in a robe, her body still damp with traces of water.
