Qin Jiao had finished her shower, her long hair hanging loose. The bathroom here came equipped with a hairdryer, and she had already used it to blow her hair until it was about half-dry.
She had called home earlier, and since everything was fine, Qin Jiao now felt completely at ease.
She was leaning back, engrossed in a book. The mere sight of her profile was enough to make Shen Yi stop in his tracks, unwilling to move.
He leaned in close and said, "Jiao Jiao, it's just this one room for tonight. We'll have to make do."
"That's fine," Qin Jiao said, looking up with a smile. "Don't worry about it. If it's really an issue, I can just go into the space."
Shen Yi: "..."
To be honest, Shen Yi had always found it incredible that Qin Jiao possessed such a space, and he was grateful that she had shared the secret with him.
