Fantasy is wonderful.
Reality is cruel.
When Wen Rou came back from her bath wearing a very thick set of pajamas, revealing not a sliver of healthy skin, Mu Jinyu's beautiful fantasies were instantly shattered.
"Wen Rou, aren't you hot wearing all that?" Mu Jinyu couldn't help but ask.
Wen Rou's cheeks were somewhat flushed, and her glance was evasive as she replied, "It's okay, I guess. It's getting late; let's go to sleep."
After saying this, Wen Rou returned to her bed, pulled up the thin blanket, and then turned off the lights.
The room suddenly became dim, only the faint glow of a street lamp filtering through the thin curtains.
Wen Rou lay on the bed, her eyes wide open, feeling nervous and overheated.
After all, having a young man suddenly in the room, even though she felt he wouldn't do anything to her, the nervousness was nevertheless inescapable.
