It seemed that as Yang Chuxia's gaze fell on him, he immediately opened his eyes. The alcohol-induced haze made them look misty. His slightly damp hair let droplets of water slide down from his forehead to the corner of his lips. Leaning against the wooden tub, his lean and muscular chest was fully exposed. One couldn't deny, Brother An looked quite alluring like this.
"Darling... hehe..."
But the very next moment, with that call and his silly laugh, the allure vanished, leaving only a foolish cuteness.
"Darling, come here."
Seeing Yang Chuxia not moving, he beckoned with his hand.
"Have you sobered up?" Yang Chuxia asked, as she walked closer, noticing a hint of clarity in his eyes.
"I wasn't that drunk to begin with," Ye Zi'an muttered, "I took medicine, so I couldn't get too drunk."
