Although the details were indistinct, the graceful figure in the bathroom was so fair she seemed to glow. Every move she made held a fatal allure.
Zhao Dong could see Xu Yafei stroking her own body through the translucent frosted glass. He gulped loudly, the sound of running water from the bathroom hooking at his heart like a cat's claws.
Remembering the scene with Xu Yafei from the other day, his mouth went dry, and he felt as if his entire body was in a furnace. It had been bearable when she wasn't showering, but this was becoming truly difficult to endure.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Dong told himself to stay calm. He snuck another glance and saw the silhouette was now getting dressed.
Soon, the bathroom door opened. The first thing to appear was a pair of immaculate, jade-like feet, followed by a graceful and slender figure.
Xu Yafei walked out clad in a wine-red silk nightgown with a black bow tied at her chest, her dark hair coiled elegantly atop her head.
