Perhaps, Jiang She had more than just one phone on hand. He had probably prepared two in advance — one for his own use and the other for his girlfriend to check unpredictably.
Upon thinking this, Wen Zhiyao felt relieved.
She unlocked the phone, opened a browser, and searched for some encoded content.
Soon, Jiang She's phone started to lag.
...
The next day, at dawn when the morning light was beginning to show, the sunlight cast its glow through the window and awakened the person in bed.
Wen Zhiyao sat up. A wave of pain hit her from the wound on her foot, reminding her that the events of the previous night were real.
They had not been a dream.
Perhaps their minds were in tune with each other; no sooner had she sat up than the bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.
Jiang She was holding a toothbrush cup and toothpaste. He placed a basin in front of the bed and suggested, "You can freshen up here on the bed. I've prepared everything for you."
