She turned over, and the man beside her was no longer there.
As she knitted her brows, pondering whether that man's allergy had gotten any better, the sound of the bathroom door opening suddenly caught her attention, and she involuntarily looked up to see Gu Zichen, who seemed to have just finished showering, emerging refreshed.
Glancing at Qiao Xiguan, he had no intention of saying much and prepared to leave.
"Gu Zichen," Qiao Xiguan suddenly sprung up from the bed, blocking his path without even putting on slippers, "is your allergy better now?"
"Hmm," Gu Zichen responded.
Qiao Xiguan, seemingly in disbelief, crouched down to inspect Gu Zichen's exposed neck. Indeed, there were no little red dots, not even a faint mark to be seen, as if last night's allergic reaction had been an illusion.
"Satisfied?" Gu Zichen raised an eyebrow.
Qiao Xiguan rolled her eyes.
This man, never grateful for concern.
