C1038 Why Did You Take My Blanket?

Wen Mian lay on her side under the covers, watching his figure disappear behind the door, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

About ten minutes later, Yih Qianbo emerged with damp hair, bare-chested, and wrapped in nothing but a towel around his waist, a towel in hand as he dried his hair.

By the time he reached the bed, his hair was mostly dry. He tossed the towel aside, shed the bath towel