Xiang Er lay naked and flat on the bed of the rented room, while Zhang Xiaomo bent over, observing her meticulously and occasionally touching the skin patterns at the fracture sites with her fingers. She watched intently for a full hour.
Knock, knock, knock, the sound of knocking on the door came from outside, and Yan Junze said, "May I come in now?"
"Wait a little longer," Zhang Xiaomo said without turning her head.
And with that, another half hour passed.
The weather was turning cold, and night had fallen. Yan Junze, who had been standing outside all this time, felt a bone-chilling cold in his limbs and said, "If you want to study her properly, then I'll go back first. You can sleep with Xiang Er tonight, she's yours."
No sooner had he spoken than the door opened, and Zhang Xiaomo squeezed her body out. The door was not opened very wide, as if she was afraid that Yan Junze would peek at the charming spring scenery inside.