Su Xiaoyue didn't call out to him, simply lying in bed, quietly watching his strong body stride away with her face to one side.
"Good night."
Fan Shaoming still considerately closed the door for her and said in a low voice, "Good night."
Su Xiaoyue didn't respond.
It was only when she was alone in the room that she lay back to gaze at the ceiling, her thoughts unknown.
Fan Shaoming returned to his own room and immediately entered the bathroom, filling the tub with cold water. In truth, cold water wasn't cold this season. Immersing himself in the cold bath, Fan Shaoming finally managed to quell the burning passion within him.
