Zhao Meimei was twisting wildly in the bathroom, entertaining herself.
The bathroom door in the hotel was fitted with frosted glass, through which a vague silhouette could be seen inside.
Shi Yang watched the swaying shadow through the door, listening to Zhao Meimei singing loudly and off-key, laughing so hard he couldn't close his mouth, trying his best to resist the urge to pull open the glass door for a peek.
Zhao Meimei finished cleaning up, got dressed, and rushed out from the bathroom. As she suddenly met the cold air, she immediately shrieked: "Oh! I'm freezing!"
Zhao Meimei dove onto the bed where Shi Yang was lying, and without thinking, Shi Yang quickly lifted the blanket covering him and wrapped her up, pulling her into his arms.
Zhao Meimei lifted her head, shaking it like a wet puppy, her long damp hair flinging directly onto Shi Yang's face, its cold touch carrying a fresh scent.
