However, she couldn''t really say anything now; she was already inside, and it would seem overly dramatic to back out. She turned on the shower, and as the warm water streamed over her, she finally felt somefort. But she was in Dn''s bathroom and didn''t dare linger. She finished her shower in ten minutes and wrapped herself snugly in a towel.


    Only then did it hit her that she had nothing to wear underneath. There was no way she could just stroll out like that. Clutching the corner of the towel tightly, she hesitated for a good ten minutes, unable to gather the courage to open the bathroom door.


    Then Dn''s voice broke through the silence. "Why aren''t youing out?"


    The water had stopped ages ago, and she stayed frozen by the door. After what felt like forever, she finally cracked the door open just a bit. "Mr. Dn, where am I sleeping tonight?"


    Her cheeks were rosy from the bathroom''s heat, her eyes a bit misty, and though she had quickly blow-dried her hair, it still carried a hint of dampness. Dn didn''t look directly at her. He gave a quick nce her way and then looked away. ra thought he hadn''t heard her, so she repeated, "Where am I sleeping?"


    By now, Dn had his back to her and pointed toward the sofa.


    ra clutched her towel, eager to ask why she couldn''t use the guest room, but she''s kinda scared. She wondered if Dn really believed she was his personal sleep aid. If that was the case, she couldn''t refuse, especially since he was helping her out now.


    But with nothing on underneath, she awkwardly settled onto the wide sofa. She quickly grabbed a nearby nket, pulling it over herself to feel some sense of security. Dn stood up from his wheelchair, grabbed his pajamas from nearby, and headed into the bathroom. Contént


    Hearing the water running inside, ra felt a bit surreal. How had she ended up sharing a room with Dn again? A single man and woman alone together-if


    anyone found out, it would look quite improper...


    Pet


    Yet with Dn, she instinctively felt unsure of herself. She wrapped the towel tightly around her, and whether it was her imagination. not, it seemed like tonight, Dn was spending an unusually long time in the bathroom tonight. She''d seen him shower before he was usually quick. Tonight, though, he was in there for over an hour, long enough for her to worry if something might have happened to him.


    Still wrapped in her towel, ra approached the bathroom door. Just as she


    raised her hand to knock, the door swung open from the inside. Dn stood


    there, his handsome face touched with a flush, his hair slightly damp, giving off an unexpectedly alluring vibe.


    Her hand, suspended in mid-air,


    didn''t retreat in time andnded


    directly on his chest. When he wore


    suits, Dn always buttoned his


    shirt tothe top, giving off an air of restraint. But now, in his loose pajamas, the neckline plunged down his chest. It was as if a once untouchable figure had suddenly be intertwined with something moreplex.


    ra''s fingers instinctively pressed against the firmness beneath her palm, and she quickly pulled her hand back.


    Dn ran a hand through the damp hair hanging over his face, pushing it back to create a disheveled yet enticing look.


    No woman could resist such a scene. ra backed away several steps, her back hitting the wall.