After Zhan Moxiao went upstairs, Ou Lan followed suit. She went into the walk-in closet, found a new garment bag, delicately folded the shirt, placed it in the bag, and put it back into the drawer it originally came from.
She swore to herself that she would never touch that drawer again in her lifetime.
Having done all that, she stepped out of the walk-in closet and stood aimlessly in the room. Although Zhan Moxiao hadn't blamed her just now, she still felt at a loss.
Her hands twisted together as she stood there, head hanging, lost in thought.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opened, and Zhan Moxiao, with a towel wrapped around his waist, casually walked out while drying his hair with another towel.
Ou Lan was startled and looked up at him for a moment before quickly lowering her gaze again, her face turning instantly red because his attire was quite provocative.
