Fu Chi looked back.
Staring at the direction of the door.
As if sensing something, he put down the clothes in his hand, stretched his long legs, and ran quickly towards the door.
He opened the door.
The girl was squinting and smiling at him.
Her peach blossom eyes shimmered in the shape of crescent moons, the brilliance of which reminded one of a star-filled night sky.
"I kind of missed you, so I just..."
The man didn't speak, but suddenly chuckled lightly.
"Jiang Ruan, you are truly going to be the death of me."
He very rarely addressed her in such a formal manner, but in this moment, it brought about a strange tingling sensation.
"Hm?"
She opened her eyes a bit wider.
The man didn't give her a chance to speak. He took a step forward, bent down to lift her in his arms and, by raising his leg, kicked the door shut.
An abrupt movement took them to the tatami mat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.