In a flustered hurry, Li Ruoshui snatched a pair of pale blue panties and tossed them onto Shen Fanyun's neck. "Get dressed! Why aren't you moving?" she urged, her voice anxious. "Stop dilly-dallying and hurry up!"
Shen Fanyun grimaced, his tone faint. "These aren't mine."
Li Ruoshui froze for a second, her lips pouting in a mix of embarrassment and speechlessness. They were her own panties. In her panic, she had actually thrown them at Shen Fanyun. Without another word, she snatched them back, lifted her leg, and began to put them on.
The sunlight cast a silhouette against her fair, soft skin, creating a scene as beautiful as a painting.
"So fragrant, so beautiful," Shen Fanyun sighed.
Li Ruoshui couldn't be bothered to respond, continuing to rummage for her shirt. Shen Fanyun, meanwhile, remained completely still. With his hands resting behind his head, he had the perfect air of a spectator enjoying the drama from the sidelines.
"Ruoshui, Ruoshui."
"Are you upstairs?"
