Xiao Rou shrank into herself; this was her first rebellion. Not long ago, while standing on the street, she felt quite chaotic inside, but now, she suddenly felt powerful.
She lowered her head, her nose brushing against the collar of the T-shirt, a faint sea salt scent wafting up, very fresh and pleasing.
Xiao Rou's lips curled slightly; indeed, having a sister was considerate.
She gently closed her eyes, lost in her own thoughts.
On the other side, Zhou Qi returned to his room. He had already showered earlier and was now standing by the window, looking at the unclosed wardrobe door from where he had just grabbed clothes for Xiao Rou. Somehow, the feeling of passion surged within him again.
Zhou Qi frowned, cursed softly, grabbed the towel from the nearby bed, and went into the bathroom for a cold shower.
Xiao Rou's antics kept Zhou Qi awake and restless well into the night.
