He Was Not in a Hurry

Wen Yanqing returned to the guest room in a sorry state and took another shower.

The cold water splashed on his body to calm his restlessness.

Lin Gantang would be the death of him.

He couldn't rush.

Wen Yanqing reminded himself and forcefully wiped the water from his face.

Lin Gantang went to bed early and woke early. She washed up and changed her clothes at around seven o'clock. When she put on her necklace in front of the mirror, she noticed the bright red mark on her neck.

Lin Gantang quietly took off the necklace and changed into a turtleneck.

She knocked on the door of the neighboring room. Wen Yanqing had just washed his face and his forehead was wet.

"Good morning," Lin Gantang smiled.

"Morning kiss?" Wen Yanqing looked at her.

Lin Gantang tilted her head as if asking him when he had started liking these ritualistic things. She then pecked him lightly and said, "Come downstairs for breakfast after you're done."