She slept with him
His stagnant breathing became slightly hurried and disordered again, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.
He took a deep breath.
He clearly knew that opening the door this time might have a different meaning, but it was as if he had been possessed by a demon. The sense of loss from before made him almost unable to control himself. He wanted to open the door.
And in fact, he had opened it.
The door opened.
He saw that she had already changed her clothes. She was wearing a loose white shirt, but it was the only one that she was wearing, barely covering her thighs.
However, she was still holding a blanket in her arms.