C808 It Was Etched in His Heart

Ann Xiaomin emerged from the shower with her long hair still damp. Despite the cold wind howling outside, the hotel room remained as warm as spring. After drying her hair, she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment. Instead of giving in to the temptation to lie down, she quietly left the room and walked to the entryway.

The light in the entryway was dim, and Gu Junbai was sitting on the floor