Qin Yin took the water, awkwardly laughed twice, and turned to leave. Nan Sichen stood behind her, watching her retreating figure with a deep gaze. But within, he was brimming with joy. He was taken by the scent of her—light yet slightly cold, it felt like the chill ascending from the highest point of Snow Mountain when the wind blew.
She was using the natural shower gel he had specially made for her.
Just as Qin Yin started to walk away, she turned back, idly scratching her head, again laughing awkwardly as she asked, "Um, I can't remember which room is mine."
After saying that, she lowered her head to look at her toes, her thumbs nervously playing off each other.
Nan Sichen took her all in, his voice softer than before but tinged with playful teasing, "Dressed like this, I thought you were trying to seduce me."
As he finished speaking, he bent down to scoop Qin Yin up into his arms.
