The black cell phone rested on the glass coffee table, vibrating insistently with its buzz, buzz, buzz. Song Weiyi, who was engrossed in a magazine, shifted her gaze and glanced at the screen. It displayed two characters: Wang Meng.
Her eyes moved to the closed bathroom door, behind which Pei Yibai was taking a shower. The frosted glass faintly revealed his silhouette, and the sound of trickling water reached Song Weiyi's ears from time to time.
In the quiet living room, aside from the sound of her flipping through magazine pages, there was only the distracting sound of the shower, gentle and constant, like a stream that washed away Song Weiyi's desire to read.
After looking a bit longer, Song Weiyi suddenly felt a dryness in her mouth. When did a glass door become a scenic view?
"Pei Yibai, your phone is ringing. It's someone named Wang Meng calling you."
