Tian Sangsang returned to her room feeling a bit down, just in time to catch Jiang Jinghuai changing clothes—bumping into him head-on.
Their gazes met. The light was dim, the atmosphere ambiguous, spreading quietly like water.
He hadn't put on his pajamas yet, and his well-built figure stood bare in the air. Although she had seen plenty of good-looking men, Tian Sangsang couldn't help but be captivated by his physique. A faint blush appeared on her pale face.
But she knew the timing wasn't right.
"Ahem." She coughed lightly, shifting her gaze awkwardly. "Aren't you cold? Hurry up and put something on, or you'll catch a chill."
Jiang Jinghuai's dark eyes remained fixed on her as he slowly dressed in front of her. Once the clothes were on, some of the alluring energy dissipated with them.
Tian Sangsang's attention, however, was drawn to the sweater resting on the side of the kang bed. A deep gray sweater, clearly worn thin and full of holes, nearly falling apart.
