That night, Fu Jichen stayed in Shen Jianian's room.
After Shen Jianian finished her bath and came out of the bathroom, seeing him lying on her bed, she knew nothing good would come of it. She sat down at her vanity, slowly applying skincare products, while he leaned against the bedhead flipping through a fashion magazine she had carelessly tossed on the bed.
By the time she dawdled through her entire skincare routine, Fu Jichen had gone through more than half of the magazine.
Shen Jianian glanced at him, then moved around to the other side of the bed.
Feeling the mattress slightly dip beside him, Fu Jichen closed the magazine and tossed it onto the bedside table, turning off the glaring overhead light and turning on a wall lamp.
Shen Jianian had a premonition, and when his arm reached around her waist, it was confirmed.
