The next day, early morning.
Qiao Ruoxin slept until dawn and realized that Mo Chen hadn't come to her room last night at all.
How come she felt a little disappointed deep down?
She lingered in bed for a while before getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up and brush her teeth.
After changing her clothes, she prepared to leave the room, as she had a magazine shoot today and needed to leave early.
Just as she stepped out of her room, she saw the tall figure of a man walking toward her from the end of the corridor.
Qiao Ruoxin raised her chin haughtily, "Didn't you say you were going to climb into my bed last night? Why didn't I see you?"
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "I didn't climb into your bed, are you disappointed?"
"Not at all! I wish!"
Actually, she really was a bit disappointed.
Mo Chen casually took hold of her cold little hand, his brows knitting together, "Why are your hands so cold?"
"It's a woman thing, we tend to have cold bodies."
