Clutching her heart that throbbed wildly, Mo Yanshen took a deep breath and crouched to open the seal of the stove. As a large amount of fresh air poured in, the fire within the furnace gradually intensified, casting a warm glow on her soft and beautiful face.
There was already a fire in the stove which had heated the water to a warm temperature. It wasn't long before the kettle started to huff and puff, and more and more white steam emerged from its spout.
Mo Yan's mind was a mushy blur as she stared blankly at the wispy trails of steam, her previously anxious heart miraculously relaxed with the gurgling noise of the water, and her spirit slowly became clear again. She also felt quite amused!
The man was still injured, yet he had come over in the middle of the night. His intentions were clear, and she had long decided not to run away, so what was there to be nervous about? Now, the initiative was in her hands; if anyone should be nervous, it was him!
