"... Why did you put your clothes back on?"
"I-I," Xiong Mei stumbled over her words, her sense of discomfort evident.
It was a simple matter – she couldn't exactly emerge from the bathroom in the nude.
In Zhang Wei's mind, a simple towel would have sufficed if she was feeling uneasy about stepping out naked.
With a resigned sigh, he headed toward the bathroom, not only to give her some space, but also to consider that the thrill of undressing her could be savored slowly later.
Unaware of his calculating thoughts, Xiong Mei obediently settled onto the bed. Her mind was a whirlwind of uncertainty, a voice echoing in her head as her gaze remained fixated on the bathroom door.
Was she really going to go through with this?
It all felt like a blur. She vividly remembered toasting with her friends, yet suddenly her memory became hazy, and she found herself in a room alone with a man significantly older than her.
