Lu Wanwan lowered her voice and muttered, "If you dislike it, you can go back; nobody's forcing you to stay here!"
On Gu Annan's handsome face, there was a trace of open helplessness.
His gaze flickered over his own bare chest and the pink towel wrapped around his lower half.
"You're okay with me going out like this? Huh?"
Lu Wanwan saw her own towel, such a tender color, originally thinking he'd disdain to use it.
Yet, he took it so naturally and even seemed fitting in it, not out of place at all.
It even shed some of his cool detachment, adding a softer, warmer vibe.
High in looks, utterly flawless, he could pull off any style.
"Shameless!"
His eyes lifted, and his steps suddenly closed the distance toward her.
His movements were swift and smooth; as he turned, he blocked her path of retreat.
With a pillow in hand, monopolizing a good distance, Lu Wanwan was pushed by his shove and accidentally fell back onto the sofa.
"You!"
