Return Journey
Shen Wuxiao placed both hands on the back of the sofa, leaned against it, and stared at the chandelier above.
From behind, it looked as though a person had vanished.
About half an hour later, Shen Wuxiao suddenly carried Tao Huairui into the bathroom.
Fuck, his fire was burning fiercely.
Around ten o'clock, Shen Wuxiao took a shower as well.
Tao Huairui was wrapped in a bathrobe, her pretty face flushed red.
She truly felt that even dying would have been worth it.
She asked for nothing else. Even if he treated her as a fire extinguisher, it was enough.
"Get some rest early!"
Leaving those words behind, Shen Wuxiao turned and headed upstairs.
Tao Huairui watched his back, pressed her lips together, and went to the guest room.
As for Shen Wuxiao, he went straight to Hexi and An Qing'er's room.
The two women both understood perfectly well what had happened in the living room.
Neither of them brought it up.
Because there was no time.
Shen Wuxiao simply had not had enough.
Early the next morning, by the time everyone got up, breakfast was already prepared.
Naturally, Tao Huairui had made it.
She had not slept all night. She simply could not fall asleep.
She had even gotten up in the middle of the night, gone to that bathroom, retrieved Shen Wuxiao's clothes, and held them as she slept.
Unfortunately, the more she breathed in his scent, the more awake she became.
Gradually, dawn broke.
So she got up to make breakfast, hoping to let them rest a while longer.
After today, who knew when they would meet again.
The love in his heart had been quietly concealed by him, yet to her, that too was a kind of happiness.
Even if that happiness