Leng Youchen looked at the blush rising on her cheeks, his mind momentarily wavering. He averted his gaze, "Go wash your face, then come out and we'll go downstairs to eat together."
Wei Anning responded with a simple "Oh," walked to her suitcase, opened it, and took out her toiletries, heading to the bathroom to wash her face. Entering the bathroom, she realized it was extremely basic, with only a curtain separating the inside from the outside. How was she supposed to shower here at night?
Wei Anning washed her face in turmoil. When she came out, she saw Leng Youchen standing by the window on a phone call, his back tall and distant, exuding an air difficult to approach. She walked to the bed and sat down, her mood indescribable.
Sharing a house with Leng Youchen—though she'd objected—she found herself faintly anticipating it deep within.
Anticipating what exactly, she didn't know herself.
