Only after he was sure that he had calmed down did Tang Yu slowly reopen the door. Yet, the moment he saw her, all the psychological preparations he had made while hiding outside the door collapsed again.
The entire room of this couple's suite had only one large bed, not even a couch, and it was pink, with an overall romantic and ambiguous tone. It effortlessly led one's thoughts astray, especially when the woman he longed for day and night was lying on the bed.
Just as Tang Yu shamefully thought about darting back into the bathroom, Leng Jing woke up.
"Are you done washing? It's getting late. You should rest first!"
After she spoke, she didn't wait for Tang Yu to respond, nor did she wait for him to ask how they were going to sleep that night, as Leng Jing had already taken pajamas into the bathroom.
Though she was out of sight, the sound of the shower running from the bathroom stirred his thoughts even more, making it even harder for him to bear than before.
