Feng Yueming gave her a glance, then unfolded his long legs and entered the shower room.
...
After the man left, Mi Yao curled up her legs and then hugged herself, dazing out for a while.
Minutes later, Mi Yao let go of herself, then got out of bed. The bedsheets were so dirty that she couldn't bear to look at them, and Nanny Fu would come to collect them herself tomorrow. As an experienced woman, Nanny Fu would know at a glance what they had done.
Mi Yao's cheeks flamed again, and she gathered up the sheets, holding them to her chest, before walking over to the wash basin on the balcony and beginning to wash the sheets.
"What are you doing?" Feng Yueming approached at that moment.
Mi Yao turned to look at him. He had taken a shower and was wearing a black silk pajama set. The belt of his pajama top was loosely tied, revealing half of his muscular chest. His short hair was wet and clingy on his forehead, making him look young and handsome.