Zhou Mingyu rolled up his sleeves, his brows and eyes lowered as he washed the sheets, removing the blossomed red stain before placing them in the washing machine and setting the timer.
Su Zhiruan clung to the blanket wearily, her snow-white shoulders exposed to the air, rising and falling with her breath.
When Zhou Mingyu came back, he gently lifted her blanket and lay down beside her.
Her breathing was very shallow. She had attended a banquet that evening, and now, after such an ordeal, plus it being her first time, she quickly lay down and fell asleep as soon as it ended.
Zhou Mingyu picked up his phone from the bedside table and lowered the air conditioner's temperature a bit.
It didn't take long for Su Zhiruan, who had fallen asleep subconsciously, to automatically snuggle up to him. Zhou Mingyu embraced her contentedly, and they fell asleep together.