The Truth Surfaces

Gu Nianzhi climbed up from the bed and stretched lazily, her torn sleeve falling down her arm.

She pouted as she said, "I didn't sleep very well because I still need to shower."

Huo Shaoheng, "..."

His heart wrenched before he turned away in silence and said in a somewhat anxious tone, "Go wash up then, I will wait for you to come back." After he spoke, he quickly strode out of Gu Nianzhi's master bedroom.

Gu Nianzhi looked at his strapping back with shock and confusion, then looked down at herself. There wasn't anything wrong with her, right?

She wore a hunting jacket that originally belonged to He Zhichu, but it was very dirty. She had already taken it off and only wore a white silk shirt and black slim-cut pants.

Her silk shirt had been torn, but it was only the sleeve that was ripped off. The other parts of the shirt were fine, so she was still presentable.