He did not even acknowledge her with a look but turned to walk into the bathroom. The air-conditioner in the room was set on high because it was a summer night. Without Qin Yinan's embrace, Cheng Qingchong shivered from the cold.
Her body had been so savagely destroyed by Qin Yinan that she needed some time lying in bed, completely immobile, before she could feel her limbs again. She pulled on the cover to wrap it over her body. She turned slightly in bed to curl into herself before she felt the unease in her body started to get better.
The sound of rushing water came continuously from the bathroom. Cheng Qingchong knew that Qin Yinan was taking a shower.
Is he trying to wash away my touch and scent from his body? Cheng Qingchong's eyes dimmed. Of course, he is. What other possibility could there be?