Weilan's heart panicked, and her body swayed along.
After experiencing the closest of relationships, breaking up and then being together like this felt very awkward.
Weilan's face grew even redder, somewhat unsure how to begin speaking, she could only fumble to pull her hands back.
Lu Hechen's eyes opened, the dark ink-like depths filled with intense, indissoluble emotions, firmly capturing Weilan's features. He looked at her, voice husky and restrained, "I'll get you some clothes, don't move."
Blushing, Weilan wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. It had never been this embarrassing when they were together before, but now, it was just too embarrassing.
She grabbed a pillow to cover herself.
Lu Hechen inhaled sharply, got off the bed, and went to the wardrobe to find clothes for Weilan.
Soon, he returned with a dark-colored top, placed it on the bed and with the same deep, husky voice said, "Weilan, put on the clothes. I'll come back in five minutes."