Reluctance.
Wen Jing: "..."
Unable to argue with him, she let him follow, planning to just close the door once she was inside.
Unlock, enter, close the door.
But seeing Zhou Sicheng standing there, she still couldn't bring herself to close the door, and waved at him again, "Go on."
Zhou Sicheng smiled, "Good night."
That "good night" seemed to touch the softest spot in Wen Jing's heart.
She involuntarily found herself smiling in return, "Good night."
The next second, she snapped out of it.
She quickly closed the door.
Wen Jing leaned against the door, her heartbeat refusing to calm down.
Why was this happening?
Wen Jing, get a grip, get a grip.
She rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, washed her face, and looking into the mirror, she realized she was still wearing her home clothes.
She had actually gone to send Zhou Sicheng home to meet his mother like that, and then he and the driver had brought her back.
Way too unimpressive.
