Didn't see that coming?
Gu Nuan squinted and slowly stretched her head out from under the comforter, looking backwards to see him lying naked on the bed.
It was hot, and the room had no air conditioning on, just the windows and door opened for airflow. He simply slept in his briefs, tossing his robe directly onto the floor.
The coarseness of men that Gu Nuan's mother often talked about was something she now undeniably experienced firsthand.
It was apparent that in the past, Wa Zicong had always acted exceptionally well in front of her, never letting her realize these shortcomings of men.
The room was pitch-black, with only his chest heaving visibly, several pieces of muscle rising and falling like little hills.
Perhaps he was itching from a mosquito bite, he scratched his arm with one hand a few times, and then murmured, "So hot—"
Gu Nuan wordlessly face-palmed.
She was taking care of a little brat.
