Not Married = Can't Share A Bed

The curtains in the living room were white and airy with a hint of romance. As the light filtered through, it looked a little dim.

As soon as Yu Gangan entered the apartment, Wenxiang rushed towards her.

Yu Gangan carried Wenxiang in her arms and looked at Fang Zhihan who was pulling her luggage.

Fang Zhihan's dark eyes happened to look towards her. As their eyes met, there was a bit of chemistry between them.

Auntie Hu wasn't around today, so the home was very quiet.

Since a man and a woman were alone under the same roof, the atmosphere suddenly felt a little ambiguous.

Yu Gangan felt a little embarrassed. She carried Wenxiang in one hand and went over to grab her luggage from Fang Zhihan with her other hand, "I can take this myself."

She kept her head down and lowered her eyes in a well-behaved manner, avoiding Fang Zhihan's gaze.