The cold water washed over his body, finally causing the burning heat to slowly subside.
He looked at his own flushed face in the mirror and couldn't help but curse himself. 'Jiang Sifan, can you fucking get a grip?! You're being such a pervert!'
But the images in his mind still refused to fade.
He showered for a long time, only drying himself off and getting dressed once he had completely cooled down.
When he pushed the door open and stepped out, Wen Wan was still hiding under the covers, with only her head peeking out.
When she saw him come out, she blushed and said, "I... I'm going to go wash up too."
Jiang Sifan nodded, avoiding her gaze. "Okay."
Wen Wan threw back the covers, got out of bed, and hurried toward the bathroom.
Just as she reached the door, she suddenly stopped and glanced back at him.
The glance was brief—so brief it was almost imperceptible.
But Jiang Sifan saw it.
