"Jiang Senior, it's me."
Zhou Wang called out as he knocked on the door.
"…Wait a moment!"
There was silence in the room for a while, followed by some rustling sounds. It took a full 10 minutes before the door finally opened when Zhou Wang had already grown a bit impatient.
Zhou Wang walked in, and Jiang Mo was standing near the back of the entryway.
With a glance at her, Zhou Wang, who had learned to notice details, immediately understood why it took Jiang Mo so long to open the door.
Her hair was clearly just pulled up, with a few strands still carrying the trace of mist, and although her face was free of makeup, the slightly pinkish lips had a clear gloss on them, plus a few droplets of water not wiped dry on her snow-white neck—
She had actually taken the few moments to freshen up quickly, even applying lip gloss.
Zhou Wang's gaze continued downward. She wasn't wearing the hotel-provided pajamas but her own, a white lace camisole nightgown.
