11:00 PM.
Sunac Binjiang No.1 Courtyard.
The voice-activated light in the stairwell of the east-facing apartment on the 21st floor of Building 8 had finally been fixed; it no longer flickered on and off.
Lin Shen carried Zheng Yanfei back into the apartment.
After all, the risk of being discovered outside was still too high.
The residents of No.1 Courtyard were all elites from various social strata, and Lin Shen had no desire to become famous in the community's homeowner group chat the next day.
Back in the guest bedroom, Zheng Yanfei was in a state of near-total exhaustion.
Her bangs and the loose strands of hair on her cheeks, soaked with fragrant sweat, clung to her flushed, scalding-hot face.
Seeing this, Lin Shen felt a pang of tenderness. He carried Zheng Yanfei to the bathtub, let her soak for a while, and gave her a bath.
This gradually helped her recover.
