As she spoke, she conscientiously helped him close the door and immediately turned back to walk away, his upper body still bare, wrapped only in a towel around his waist.
Qianxue hurried into the room, bringing his clothes to him, "Here, put on your clothes first."
He turned around, smiled helplessly, and walked back with his firm long legs, "You really know how to trouble someone. Since you care about me so much, you might as well let me come in and sleep."
"No!" Qianxue stuffed his clothes into his hands and quickly shut the door, leaning against it and catching her breath. She feared being alone in a room with him, afraid of an accidental spark igniting something more. If it hadn't been for him pinning her against the washbasin, awakening her with its cold touch, she would have almost lost control and done something with him.
Her mind was in turmoil, now Huai'an, then him, switching nonstop in her thoughts, jumbled and messy. Huai'an, Huai'an...
