It was the dead of night.
Lying in bed, Lin Qian was closely listening the noise from the bathroom. When she heard, "click", the door was pushed open, and she immediately closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.
Having freshened up, Li Zhicheng headed back to the bedroom. He instantly laid his eyes on her slightly squeezed brows, and her lightly shut eyes. As a soldier, his excellent eyesight meant he could quickly shoot moving target from hundreds of meters away, let alone right now, clearly seeing her within the confines of his bedroom, with her slightly trembling lashes, he knew she was not asleep.
Li Zhicheng kept walking towards the bed, like nothing had happened, and started to take off his clothes.
Like most men, he only wore a pair of boxer shorts to sleep. Squinting, Lin Qian blurrily saw him lifting the duvet and lie down, his strong and well-proportioned figure looked extra masculine under the light.
