Winter nights always came quickly. After Xu Xiuxiu had coaxed Song Chengguang to sleep in the side bed, she rubbed her tired neck and turned back to the master bedroom.
Inside the master bedroom, a dim yellow light was on.
When Xu Xiuxiu pushed the door and entered, she saw Song Yuanhuan earnestly reading at the desk. His expression and posture were that of a downright honest man, but Xu Xiuxiu, who had come to know him more and more, understood that at this moment, Song Yuanhuan's mind might be wandering!
She took a towel and leisurely walked to the bathroom to freshen up. Half an hour later, after a hot shower, Xu Xiuxiu, with her black hair damp from the bath, was now wiping away the water droplets with a towel. Despite her efforts, a few playful droplets still managed to escape, trickling from the edge of her ear down her enticing collarbone.
