The sound of the toilet flushing came from the bathroom, and Xie Jianan washed his hands, stepping out feeling completely refreshed.
"I was about to burst, man."
Xie Jianan swaggered into the living room, only then noticing that Qin Jiu was wearing just a black slip nightgown.
The silk material outlined her curves under the light, the fabric rippling like glistening water waves.
He had been drinking and suddenly felt parched, his gaze sweeping over Qin Jiu and then immediately shifting away as if he had been scalded.
Qin Jiu crossed her arms and, seeing his dumbstruck expression, snorted with laughter.
"Now that you've used the bathroom, get lost."
Xie Jianan looked around the French cream decor of the living room, which made it seem both grand and cozy.
He took everything in and asked, "You're living in such a big house by yourself, aren't you scared?"
"Scared of what?" Qin Jiu leaned against the island counter, yawning in a less-than-elegant manner, "This is my home."
