Amidst the sound of running water that continued for about ten minutes, Xu Zijin emerged with a towel draped around his waist. There were still droplets on his chest that hadn't dried, rolling down and gathering at the small abdomen area wrapped by the towel, landing in Yan Yinuo's gaze, inexplicably sexy.
She involuntarily swallowed dryly twice, forcibly turning her gaze away.
Yan Yinuo wasn't an ignorant young girl; watching this eye-catching scene, she actually felt parched, her mind wandering.
Oh no, oh no! Yan Yinuo, you lecherous woman, you're beyond saving!
Yan Yinuo annoyedly slapped her forehead, driving the romantic thoughts out of her mind.
Xu Zijin paused in wiping his hair, his face full of skepticism. "What are you doing?"
Why would anyone randomly slap their forehead?
Are you crazy?
"Huh?" Yan Yinuo was jolted, suddenly snapping back to reality, meeting Xu Zijin's suspicious gaze.
