"The master will be down soon, please wait a moment."
"Hmm." Han Yingying took the milk tea handed by the butler, her eyes filled with deep confusion.
Why was there milk tea here? Didn't Ye Haofan disdain her drinking this unhealthy stuff?
Seeing her confusion, the butler explained with a smile, "The master knew Miss loves to drink it, so he made it especially for you."
Han Yingying put down her teacup, no longer in the mood to drink.
"What? Knowing that I made it makes you feel sick?" Ye Haofan's voice came, tinged with subtle mockery and coldness.
Han Yingying looked up and saw Ye Haofan in a dark blue bathrobe, the collar half open, revealing his snowy white skin and solid chest.
His hair dripped with water, each drop sliding down, trailing along his perfect face to his neck, collarbone, chest, disappearing beneath the bathrobe.
She had to admit, it was an extremely tempting sight, yet not for her.
Han Yingying calmly withdrew her gaze, remaining silent.
