The sky outside remained perpetually overcast, with a steady drizzle that seemed unending.

Ning Chu woke up, draped only in a loose white shirt, and stood by the bed. She pulled back the curtain and peeked outside, her gaze wandering over the gloomy scene.

Laundry had piled up to half a bucket, waiting for a sunny day to dry properly.

“Not worried about being seen?”

Wen Yang’s voice came from behind her. His arms gently wrapped around her waist, and like a large dog, he rested his chin on her narrow shoulder, greedily inhaling her unique scent.

Ning Chu wore …