That evening, Sang Mo was wearing a sleep robe, its belt tied loosely around his waist. It was hard to tell if it was by design or on purpose, but the collar formed a deep V that plunged nearly to his abdomen. Not only were his pectoral muscles half-exposed, but his V-lines were also tantalizingly visible.
He had also deliberately slicked all his hair back, revealing a clear forehead. This accentuated his deep-set eyes and brows, making him look handsome, radiant, and dashing.
Hearing the bathroom door open, he looked over.
When Bai Zhi emerged from her shower, she was greeted by this vision of masculine beauty. She couldn't help but gulp, and as she raised her eyes, her gaze met Sang Mo's.
Bai Zhi: "…"
It just goes to show that when people get embarrassed, they really do fidget a mile a minute. Bai Zhi forced a smile. "I've never seen you wear this robe before. Is it new?"
