Fu Yanlin, too lazy to scold her anymore, entered the bathroom, and shut the door. He did it with particular force.
Wen Sheng sat bemused at the head of the bed.
Before long, the sound of trickling water came from the bathroom.
Wen Sheng got out of bed, put on her clothes, opened a bottle of mineral water, and paced back and forth in the room, replaying and revisiting her previous conversation with him, trying to pinpoint where she went wrong that had upset him so.
Upon reflection, Wen Sheng maintained her stance—she did nothing wrong.
He was just too short-tempered, too sensitive.
But considering his heroic fete earlier that day, Wen Sheng decided to be the bigger person and appease him.
About ten minutes later, Fu Yanlin came out of the shower. Clad in a bathrobe, with wet hair dripping and a fresh fragrance of shower gel enveloping him, he was incredibly magnetic.
