Thinking of this, she couldn't help but show a worried expression.
Once again, she opened the door a crack, looking at Qin Feimo sitting in the living room, his profile facing her.
She glanced at her body wrapped in a thin blanket; even though it was tightly wrapped, she knew very well that she had nothing on underneath. Going out like this to face Qin Feimo made her feel awkward and shy.
The sound of the door opening and closing was not unheard by Qin Feimo. His hand holding the glass cup paused slightly, and he glanced towards the direction of the door from the corner of his eye.
Then, his gaze settled on the vibrant red suitcase in the corner of the living room.
Standing behind the door, Feng Jinglei was torn about how to get her clothes inside. Should she wait until Qin Feimo goes out before changing?
But if he goes out late, won't she have to stay in the room like this the whole time?
Just as she was thinking, a sudden noise came from outside the door.
