She hadn't killed anyone, so she shouldn't always have to carry this dark cloud over her.
Looking at the night sky outside the window again, it was getting late, and she should rest.
She touched her wet hair, and then found her way back to the bathroom to change into her nightgown and start drying her wet hair.
'Click—'
The bedroom door opened.
Pei Heyan had just entered and caught a glimpse of this scene, he came up behind her and took the initiative to take the hairdryer from her hands to dry her hair for her.
Wen Tang watched the warm scene in the mirror and her eyebrows and eyes relaxed significantly.
She turned and planted a kiss on Pei Heyan's lips.
The two of them looked at each other, Pei Heyan switched off the hairdryer and decisively carried Wen Tang in his arms towards the bed.
"Have you been waiting impatiently?"
Pei Heyan spoke in a deep voice, his lips barely parting.
Wen Tang caressed his sharply defined contours.
"A little, indeed."
