Rong Shu lay sickly in bed, her fair face flushed with fever, her eyes exuding the seductive charm of post-desire.
Last night...
Thinking of last night made her so shy she wanted to burrow into the blankets.
Now, reminiscing, her heart still held a trace of sweetness, she lifted her head and saw the man's suit jacket draped over the chair.
She bit her lip slightly, got up to pick up the suit, and for some reason, she bowed her head and sniffed the scent on it.
It was the same scent as that man's, a mix of tobacco and mint, a mature male fragrance that was crisp and pleasant.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Rong Shu was startled and hurriedly hid the suit under her blanket.
"Who is it?"
Rong Nian's deep voice came from outside, "It's me."
Rong Shu panicked, quickly climbed up to sit properly on the bed, afraid that Rong Nian would notice something was off; she even tousled her hair to cover the love bites on her neck.
"Uncle, come in."