Having known each other for over four years, played the ambiguous game for two or three, and been in a relationship for half a year, if Suming really left now, with just the two of them alone together in a room, a man and a woman, surrounded by palpable tension, it would be truly less than beastly.
Nangong had just finished her shower, draped in a large bath towel with most of her round shoulders exposed, her hair still dripping wet, looking ripe for the picking. She was usually even more bold than Suming, but seeing his dark expression, she became somewhat nervous, subconsciously hugging herself tighter across the chest, her expression slightly awkward as she said, "Stop it, go back to sleep."
The more she backed away, the more her innate feminine softness came forth, contrasting sharply with her usual aloofness, triggering an overwhelming urge in onlookers to commit a crime.
