Without saying another word, the man walked directly into the hotel.
Lan Ruowei was left standing there, on the verge of tears.
Gripping the items in her hands a little tighter, she resigned herself and followed the man inside.
When Lan Ruowei returned to Shen Yibei's room with lunch prepared, Shen Yibei was still in the bathroom taking a shower.
"So slow." Shen Yibei's voice sounded from behind her, startling Lan Ruowei into a shiver.
Then came Shen Yibei's laughter—this truly was an absent-minded woman.
Lan Ruowei took a deep breath and suppressed the anger bubbling within her. "I'm so sorry for having kept you waiting," she replied, her voice tinged with sarcasm.
She turned around after speaking, only to be greeted by the sight of Shen Yibei standing confidently before her, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
His lean, sinewy figure was undeniably powerful.
Lan Ruowei hurriedly averted her gaze, her face flushing red all the way to her ears.
