Chapter 18 - 17 Jiang An is Cute
Watching the girl’s embarrassed demeanor, Gao Chuan sighed, handed the umbrella to Jiang An, and moved the suitcase next to her to the trunk of the car. Jiang An held the umbrella over him all the way, fearful that raindrops would fall on Gao Chuan’s suit.
After two trips, Gao Chuan, seeing Jiang An still holding the umbrella for him, slightly curved his lips. The rain continued to pour heavily, his voice blending with the rainfall: "What are you standing there for? Get in the car!"
Finally having moved all the belongings, Gao Chuan led Jiang An to a bedroom door, opened it, and introduced, "This is your room; my bedroom is next door. Across here is the study you can use; it has an en-suite bathroom."
Jiang An glanced inside; the space was decorated in a gray, minimalist style, everything neat and well-organized, spotlessly clean. She stepped inside, and Gao Chuan, noticing Jiang An covered in raindrops, moved her suitcase inside and said, "Take a shower first; towel and pajamas are all ready in the closet." After saying this, he closed the door like a gentleman.
Left alone in the room, the girl first curiously looked around, then opened her suitcase to tidy up a bit. Opening the wardrobe, she indeed found a set of pink loungewear and some towels. She took off her clingy dress and entered the bathroom.
About half an hour later, Jiang An changed into the loungewear prepared by Gao Chuan and planned to continue tidying up when a knock, "Knock, knock," was heard. She went to open the door and saw Gao Chuan in dark gray loungewear, who coldly said, "Once you’re done, come out and have something to eat."
Jiang An’s gaze landed on the tall man in front of her, broad-shouldered and slim-waisted, his dark gray collar slightly open revealing half his muscular chest. His eyes briefly rested on the girl in pink, and noticing they were wearing the same style of pyjamas, almost like a couple’s set, her face flushed with color.
Following Gao Chuan to the living room, Jiang An recognized the faint mint scent on him, the same as the one he prepared in her room. Seeing the bowl of wontons still steaming on the table,
"Dr. Gao, aren’t you eating?" Jiang An noticed there was only one serving, turning to ask Gao Chuan standing behind her.