Nan Zhi was carried upstairs by the man from the kitchen.
The French windows were open, letting in cool breeze. Struck by the chill of the night air, Nan Zhi shivered. Before she could say anything, her lips were pressed against by his.
"It'll be hot soon."
The lights were not turned on in the room, only the pale white light of the moon shone in from outside.
Two figures were entangled in front of the doorway of the bedroom. Nan Zhi was pressed against the door by Mu Sihan, her earlobe nibbled on by him and the numb feeling seemed to spread through all her limbs. She clutched his shoulder and murmured, "Let me wash my hands first."
The man then carried her into the bathroom.
Nan Zhi came down from him, turned on the tap and washed her hands clean.
The next second, she felt the ground leave her feet and she was being carried by him again. She grabbed him by his neck and threw herself into his kiss once again.