Last night, he had been exhausted after taking the shower. He had collapsed onto the bed with his hair undried. She had come to him with the hair dryer to help him dry his hair.
Today, his product finally got onto the market. Technically, he should have been celebrating, but he realized that night perhaps was the lowest he had felt all year.
Qin Yinan did not know what was needling his heart, but after messily drying his hair, he slammed the hairdryer heavily on the cupboard before walking to his bed.
After taking two steps, he turned as if reminded of something. In the weakness of the moment, he swore he could see Cheng Qingchong walk out of the shower, bend her body slightly over, and dry her hair where he had stood earlier.
Qin Yinan sighed deeply and with annoyance before yanking the cover back and crawling into bed. However, his mind was filled with images of the passionate nights he had shared with Cheng Qingchong in this very bed.