An hour later, listening to the pitter-patter of water from the bathroom and gazing upon the vivid rose that had bloomed upon the pink bedsheet, Qin Lin felt the surging Inner Strength within him. His eyes gleamed with an intense light, and he was in high spirits.
CREAK.
Accompanied by a waft of fragrance, Lin Qingyue walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her snow-white shoulders and delicate collarbone were still beaded with droplets of water.
At the sight of Lin Qingyue's exquisite figure, barely contained by the bath towel, especially her snow-white calves, as slender and perfect as lotus roots, Qin Lin's breath hitched. Recalling the heart-pounding scene from moments before, a familiar heat surged through him once again.
"You should take a shower too," Lin Qingyue said, her cheeks reddening under Qin Lin's fiery gaze.
"Mhm."
