Xiang Yu sat there for about ten minutes, when Cheng Wulan emerged from inside wearing a bathrobe.
Her hair was wet, her eyelashes were long, her skin was very fair, and the bathrobe clung to her, outlining a perfect curve.
Looking at Cheng Wulan like this, Xiang Yu couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. Could this be the legendary ********?
"What are you looking at?" Cheng Wulan interrupted Xiang Yu's messy thoughts.
"Nothing." Xiang Yu coughed awkwardly, then turned his head away from her.
Cheng Wulan, with a flushed face, walked over and sat opposite Xiang Yu.
This angle made Xiang Yu unable to help but let his imagination run wild, a bit unable to hold himself back.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Cheng Wulan said.
Now she was much more spirited, completely different from the exhausted look she had earlier.
"I want to apply to use the weapons." Xiang Yu said.
"No way." Cheng Wulan said firmly.
