"Xiao, what are you looking at?" She tightened the towel around her chest and walked over.
At her words, Luo Xiao finally moved his body, which had been still for so long, "Nothing."
Then, he reached out to open the sliding door, and pulled the curtains shut as well.
Even though the fireworks had faded, he no longer wished to watch.
"Xiao, you're so kind." Fu Qingshuang smiled shyly, thinking to herself that he must be so considerate because she had just taken a bath, and he was worried she might catch cold.
"Let's sleep."
Luo Xiao walked towards the bed, drying her shoulders without even casting a glance at her.
"Xiao..." Fu Qingshuang caught hold of his arm, "Are we going to sleep this early today too?"
The man pushed her hand away, his tone indifferent, "I'm tired."
"No, you always use that excuse!" Fu Qingshuang clutched at him again, her voice carrying a note of complaint, "Xiao, I don't care, I won't let you sleep so early today!"
"Qingshuang, I'm really tired."
