After all, he was a professional soldier, accustomed to brisk efficiency in his tasks. This sort of dillydallying simply wasn't his style.
Seeing the girl flee in haste, Su Chaoyang put aside his irrelevant thoughts too, casually got dressed in his sleepwear and proceeded to her.
Upon entering Mu Xiangwan's room quietly, he sat down at the easel. She never turned her head and said calmly, "Lock the door." to prevent any interruptions.
"Lock?" Su Chaoyang seemed confused, but complied anyway.
The room was brightly lit with sunlight still streaming in, as the curtains were drawn back, leaving only a sheer layer of white fabric.
When Su Chaoyang walked in, he didn't know what to do next... Should he just undress right away?
