Shen Mochen and Xia Qingrou immediately stopped frolicking, their faces showing varying degrees of embarrassment.
"Xuexue, you're done showering!" Xia Qingrou ran to Han Muxue with a playful smile on her face.
Han Muxue ignored her, only giving Shen Mochen a silent glance, not saying much.
"I'm going to bed," Han Muxue turned around.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't you want to watch the TV? It's playing 'Witch Monica' now, and they're about to fight the Black Witch!" Xia Qingrou said.
Han Muxue didn't speak, and soon the sound of a door slamming was heard.
"Is she mad..." Xia Qingrou muttered quietly.
"Open the door"
Late at night, Shen Mochen received a text message from Han Muxue on his phone.
Shen Mochen looked at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and decided to act as if nothing had happened.
Yes, pretending to be asleep was best; he was asleep, so he didn't see it.
Shen Mochen turned off the screen, gently rolled over, and the moonlight was silent; he was somewhat restless.
