His Personal Pillow

At this moment, the sound of the water suddenly ceased.

Not long later, the bathroom door opened and hot air brushed against Qin Shu's cheeks, causing her to flush red. Her nose was greeted with the fragrance of shower gel.

A tall and upright figure walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing a light gray nightgown. His hair was wet and drops of water dripped down. They trailed along his well-defined forehead, before sliding across his face and dripping onto the nightgown.

The unique scent of a man gushed towards her, filling her nostrils.

Fu Tingyu stared at the person in front of him. His eyes were dark. "It's already twelve o'clock. Why aren't you asleep?"

"I was reading just now. I realized that you weren't back yet, so I came over to take a look. Are you going to sleep here tonight?"

Qin Shu was waiting for him to return to the bedroom. She wanted to help him, but even after she was done, he had not returned.