Lady Chu stared at the now closed door of the bathing room, a deep admiration revealing itself on her beautiful, delicate face.
Five minutes later, Huangfu Jianchen emerged from the bathing room, and as he looked up, he saw Lady Chu.
His brows instantly furrowed, "Lady Chu, why haven't you left?"
He had thought the room was empty, so he had come out wrapped only in a bath towel—in short, he had not given any thought to Lady Chu's presence.
Lady Chu lifted her gaze toward the man, his upper body bare, tiny droplets of water slowly sliding down his well-defined muscles. His physique wasn't of the exaggerated kind, but rather strong, radiating full masculine strength.
His body's curves were sculpted and perfect, wrapped at the waist by a bath towel—he was the epitome of a beautiful man fresh from the bath.
"Master, let me dry your hair."
Lady Chu stepped forward, taking a towel to wipe his hair.
"No need," Huangfu Jianchen dodged a bit, not letting her fingers touch him.
