"Neurotic," Wen Qiao huffed as she tossed the towel into his arms and took long strides toward the bathroom.
Shortly after, the sound of a hairdryer emanated from the bathroom, which, after a while, ceased, and Wen Qiao emerged.
She didn't so much as glance at the man before stomping off to the bedroom.
If it weren't for the bed in the suite being considerably more comfortable than the one downstairs, Wen Qiao wouldn't have continued to sleep there.
She flung back the covers, climbed in, and closed her eyes.
Footsteps sounded; she could feel Fu Jinghen standing by the bed, watching her.
What are you looking at?
I'll poke your eyes out in a moment.
Wen Qiao cursed inwardly, flipping over to turn her back to him, avoiding his gaze.
Fu Jinghen: "....."
The footsteps resumed, and Wen Qiao cracked her eyes slightly open, sneaking a peek.
Had the bedside suddenly become empty?
!
What the hell!
