Noticing her movements, Xicheng's gaze naturally swept across her chest, observing the large expanse of fair skin outside the collar, and he quickly shifted his sight away.
"Do you need anything?"
"Oh... I... I just wanted to find something to eat." She hadn't eaten much at dinner and was really hungry, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Xicheng chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Probably slept too much during the day."
Xia Nuan also smiled, though it seemed a bit unnatural.
Originally, she thought he had already gone to bed, didn't expect him to be downstairs.
Not wearing any underwear, just wrapped in a loose robe in front of a "strange" man—no, the word 'strange' doesn't quite fit. But saying 'familiar' doesn't seem quite right for the two of them either; Xia Nuan couldn't find a suitable word to describe her and Xicheng.
Old classmates who've been to bed?
Thinking of this description, she almost wanted to laugh, but felt a bit bitter inside.
"Oh, sorry!"
