She scratched her head and turned to walk out of the dining room.
Seeing the coat on the sofa and the car keys on the table, her brows furrowed.
The clothes and keys were here, but where had he gone?
Did he go back to the guest room to rest?
She ran upstairs, but found his guest room empty.
Where on earth had he gone?
Maomao looked at the empty room and took out her phone to dial his number.
Suddenly, a ringtone came from upstairs.
She followed the sound and finally stopped in front of her bedroom door.
Looking at the slightly ajar door, Maomao hung up the call wordlessly.
She pushed the door open and entered, only to see no one on the bed.
Suddenly, the sound of running water came from the closed bathroom.
Maomao instinctively looked over, where the orange light filtered through the frosted glass, revealing the man's lean silhouette.
Her face heated up, and she quickly covered it with her hands.
Damn it.
This guy was actually taking a shower in her room.
