118 Are you so afraid of being misunderstood?_1

She inserted her hands into her hair, ruffled it, walked to the balcony, and opened the window. A breeze blew into her face; she closed her eyes, trying hard to chase away the messy images in her mind.

...

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Huo Jinnan, wearing a bathrobe, stepped out of the bathroom and stood there, drying his hair.

Che Huan caught a glimpse of him and quickly averted her gaze.

Huo Jinnan walked over and sat down beside Che Huan.

Che Huan automatically moved away from him.

Huo Jinnan glanced sidelong at Che Huan, "Come here."

Che Huan stayed put.

Just as Huo Jinnan had grasped Che Huan's wrist, a knock sounded at the door. He picked up his wristwatch that was lying aside and took a look, "Go open the door."

Che Huan frowned.

Huo Jinnan let go, "It's Huo Bei."

...

Che Huan bit her lip, thinking even if it was Huo Bei, it wouldn't be good for her to go open the door now, right? What would Huo Bei think if he saw her like this!