Mo Siluo strode towards the balcony, then turned back with worry, his gaze falling on the unlit bathroom doorway. He was certain that the woman couldn't escape from this place. A frown formed at his brow as the man felt a sense of unease...
His pace quickened, and as he pushed open the bathroom door, his long arm reached out to flick on the light. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the woman sitting on the toilet.
Wen Wan was sitting there, pants still on, a cigarette dangling from her mouth as she took drags. When she looked up at the man, her eyes were narrowed to slits.
"Why didn't you respond when I called? Why didn't you open the door?" Mo Siluo's anger flared up again, his long stride carrying him towards her, his voice deep and hoarse.
With her fingers pinching the cigarette, Wen Wan exhaled a ring of smoke, her eyebrow raising: "Didn't feel like it."
