Her small hand couldn't help but scratch at his leather seat, "Where to..."
As soon as she spoke, she was startled by her own voice.
Her voice…
sounded abnormal...and was mixed with a hint of disordered breathing.
But she didn't have time to think about it, because he directly uttered two words afterward:
"My place."
Li Zaijun: "..."
It's over.
She touched her burning cheeks, feeling today was not going to be good for her.
She licked her lips, and the scene uncontrollably flashed through her mind.
The bathroom door opened, and a tall, muscular man stepped out, his lower body wrapped in a white towel, his upper body bare, revealing a tan and healthy skin, that chest, those abs.
His black damp hair still dripping, haphazardly being wiped with a towel.
Water drops followed the contours of his chest, and abs, trickling down.
That scene was what she had woken up to that morning at his house, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.
