Hearing the sound of the door opening, Meng Yunhan, who was lying in bed with closed eyes, opened them with a smile, also seeing the man hanging his clothes on the rope at the corner of the wall.
Especially when she saw her underwear — her face flushed with embarrassment, burning hot.
"Can't you sleep?" After hanging up the clothes, Yun Hao closed the room door and came toward the bed, naturally sitting on the edge of the bed.
Before Meng Yunhan could answer, he added, "Is it too hot?"
It was kind of hot, but tolerable. She had gotten used to days without air conditioning or a fan.
"Not hot."
Yun Hao grabbed a palm leaf fan from the desk and fanned Meng Yunhan. She wasn't used to this kind of treatment.