While she was in the shower, the people from the company were already waiting for him in the meeting room, and now more than twenty minutes had passed. If they stayed for a meal, it would delay them at least another half an hour.
With that, he turned and left.
Watching his retreating figure disappear into the living room, Feng Jinglei said nothing more, only retracting her gaze when she heard the sound of the door closing.
"Achoo!"
Coming back to her senses after a sneeze, Feng Jinglei felt a sudden chill and walked to the bed planning to lift the covers and get in.
But just as her hand touched the bedding, she stopped.
Although, last night she was also on this bed with him...
Her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought of that scene, still feeling unbearably shy.
However, this bed belonged to Qin Feimo, so was it a bit inappropriate to lie on it now?
