Han Zhifan sensed her gaze as his footsteps into the room came to an abrupt halt.
His gaze wasn't focused on her. Soon enough, he raised his feet and walked into the bedroom.
Cheng Weiwan heard the endless sound of running water in the bathroom as her heart couldn't help but race erratically.
When the sound of water stopped, Cheng Weiwan instinctively held her breath. She heard rustling from the other side of the bathroom door.
Her body tensed up the moment the door opened and her fingers instinctively clutched onto the comforter tightly.
Wrapped in a bathrobe, Han Zhifan walked over to the bed. He lifted up the comforter and laid down without so much as a glance towards Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan's body was incredibly stiff as her fingers clutching the comforter gently quivered.
