The next day, Jiang Moxi woke up to find the day already bright.
Looking at the unfamiliar surroundings, she felt momentarily disoriented.
At this moment, Fu Youhan entered, carrying clothes and a backpack that Chi Jing had retrieved for her from Night Color early in the morning.
Seeing her sitting blankly on the bed, he was somewhat surprised.
But soon, he walked towards her as usual.
"Regretting after the class? Weren't you quite brave last night?"
He approached the bed, his long fingers gently lifting Jiang Moxi's chin, making her flawless face in the sunlight face him directly.
The man's touch unconsciously made Jiang Moxi think back to their intimate encounter last night.
In this aspect, she was still as naïve as a blank sheet of paper, her face involuntarily flushing.
"I don't regret it."
Seeing the smile in the man's dark eyes, she involuntarily turned her face away.
Then, she heard his slightly hoarse voice, tinged with a playful tone: