Next day.
Chuzheng got up and saw Yuk Jian coming out of the bathroom, his hair wet and dripping water, his whole body exuding a damp aura.
Chuzheng squinted her eyes: "Why did you shower in the morning?" We didn't do anything last night.
"..."
Yuk Jian wiped his hair as he walked out: "Get some more sleep. I'll make breakfast for you."
Since that day, even when Chuzheng slept in her own room, she would switch to his room in the middle of the night.
Yuk Jian was helpless.
Lock the door?
Couldn't keep it locked!
She didn't know how she opened the door. To prevent being startled awake every night, he could only default to Chuzheng sleeping in his room.
The painful consequence of indulgence was having to take cold showers every morning.
"When did you start believing in Buddhism?"
Chuzheng flipped through the book Yuk Jian left on the desk, glancing at the person sitting on the bed reading.
"..."
