Wen Nuan leaned in, "Thinking about your male god?"
Che Huan flipped over and gave Wen Nuan a flick on the forehead, "Enough, you little fangirl, I think you're the one with male gods on the brain!"
She got up to wash her face and brush her teeth, applied a face mask, and returned to the bedroom.
Wen Nuan did the same, then came back with a face mask on and stared at Che Huan with wide eyes, "Come on, tell me, how did your hair get tangled up in the male god's sleeve? That's quite a skill, I've been racking my brains and still can't figure out how it's possible."
Che Huan was really annoyed by Wen Nuan's pestering, "I fell, he gave me a hand, and who knows how it got tangled."
Wen Nuan looked at Che Huan with skepticism, pressing down her mask as she spoke, "Oh, I see, how gentlemanly, such fate."
"More like monkey business!"
Che Huan randomly grabbed a book from the bedside shelf, flipped it open to see it was a novel that started with a one-night stand...
