She folded the paper and placed it on the bedside table, weighing down a corner with the lamp.
After a moment's thought, she retrieved the paper, unfolding it and laying it on the pillow.
Just then, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and in a panic, she quickly shoved the paper under the pillow.
"What are you doing?" Ning Qinglin came over with a towel around his waist, his upper body bare and hair wet, wiping his hair as he walked.
Ranran barely dared to look at him, grabbed a nightgown from the side, and hurriedly dashed into the bathroom with her head down.
"I'm going to take a shower."
Ning Qinglin glanced at her retreating figure which could only be described as fleeing and curled his lips, sitting on the edge of the bed to dry his hair.
