The seafood porridge was a bit cold, likely leftover from the buffet restaurant... It's not that it couldn't be made fresh, but it would take a long time, so Zhou Wang specifically requested them to bring the ready-made one on the phone.
Zhou Wang poured a glass of warm water, then carried everything into the guest bedroom.
Qu Peining was still curled up on the big bed, wrapped in the towel. It wasn't tightly wrapped to begin with, so a bit of skin was inevitably exposed. She had her eyes tightly closed, and it was unclear whether she had dozed off again in this short interval.
Zhou Wang placed the tray on the bedside table, glanced at her a few times, and perhaps due to her vulnerable and harmless posture, Zhou Wang realized that she wasn't much older than Xiao Ai, probably around twenty years old, still a girl.
He stared at her for a few seconds, his gaze involuntarily drifting towards the tantalizing shadows beneath the towel. Zhou Wang then cleared his throat and spoke:
