Wen Wan was well aware of a man's shamelessness: no amount of coaxing or threats worked on him. His domineering way of lying there, that shameless expression, altogether seemed to declare this was his own bed.
Wen Wan simply chose to ignore him, turning around and heading straight into the bathroom. It wasn't until forty minutes later that she came out again, wearing only a nightgown, with her hair still dripping wet.
"Do all you women take such a long time to bathe?" The man lounging on the bed glanced over at her with a slight frown, displaying his profound impatience.
Wen Wan didn't pay him any attention, sitting down at the vanity, picking up the hairdryer, and starting to blow dry her hair.
Siluo shifted his slightly sore neck and then rolled out of bed. His bathrobe's collar was somewhat loose, offering glimpses of his chest that were tantalizingly irresistible to the eye.
