After being dazed for a while, she realized she was tied up, and her hands were faintly aching because of his firm binding. Coming back to her senses, she immediately wrestled with that damned tie. She spent some effort untangling his tie, and just as she finished, Xu Zijin came out of the bathroom.
He casually wore a towel around his waist, his hair wet and still dripping, his whole body emanating a cold, hard aura, looking like a tyrant ready to erupt at any moment.
Unexpectedly meeting this version of Xu Zijin, Yan Yinuo's actions paused slightly, and the next moment, she pulled the blanket over her body.
His footsteps were like stepping on the tip of her heart, making her feel terribly uncomfortable.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." She lowered her head, her fair arm reaching out from beneath the blanket, bending over to pick up her clothes from the floor.
