Without knocking, Li Mochan carried a garment bag and pushed the door open.
The crystal chandelier above collided with light, casting mottled shadows on the wall.
Hearing the noise, the woman sitting at the vanity turned her face, her clear, jade-like small face bursting into a bright smile.
Ye Jiuliang turned off the hairdryer, stood up, and walked toward him, "Where's my clothes?"
Li Mochan raised his hand to pinch her small face, frowning slightly, "Why didn't you wrap yourself in a blanket, what if you catch a cold?"
Ye Jiuliang tugged at her lips and reached for the garment bag in his hand, "I'm not that fragile."
She walked towards the bathroom, with the person behind her following closely.
At the entrance of the bathroom, she suddenly turned around, putting her hand on his chest, "Mr. Li, I'm going to change clothes, OK?"
Li Mochan moved a step forward, half-blocking the door with his body, "I'll keep you company."
