When Qiu Wuji came out wearing a hotel bathrobe, the wooden tub in the room had already been removed, and Chu Ge was also in a bathrobe, leaning back on the bed and playing with his phone.
In fact, she had heard Chu Ge call someone to take the tub away and, certain he was finished, had only then taken her time coming out.
Chu Ge could guess as much without even trying, but he said nothing.
Qiu Wuji said nothing either. She silently went over to the other bed, leaned against the headboard, and turned on the television.
Nothing had happened at all, yet both their hearts began beating faster.
They both realized that getting soaked and taking baths were no problem whatsoever, as long as they dealt with those things separately. Quite the opposite: only after everything was settled did they truly have to face sleeping in the same room.
The fresh fragrance of someone just out of the bath.
The embrace when they had fought side by side.
His warmth, her softness.
The two beds were close at hand, less than a meter apart. Each could see the other's feet out of the corner of their eye, fidgeting nervously.
Even the usually unremarkable hotel bathrobes looked so suggestive at this moment.
So this was getting a room!
After spending so long surfing the internet, Qiu Wuji was no stranger to that expression, let alone Chu Ge.
The television was showing a dull rerun on the movie channel, while his phone displayed the usual nonsense from the idiots in his group chat. Both stared at their screens with unfocused eyes, entirely unaware of what was being said on television or in the chat.
Thump, thump. Chu Ge could hear his own heartbeat. Even the sound of the television