Standing at the bathroom door, Lu Xingzhi tilted his head slightly as he wiped his wet hair with a dry towel. Some of the water on his hair dripped on the floor, some on his bathrobe, and some on his face, sliding along his tall nose bridge and consequently dropping onto his chest which was barely visible under the bathrobe.
He was standing there like a dangerous yet relaxed leopard. It was quite a seductive picture to look at.
Suddenly, he chuckled. His laughter was low and cheerful, his shoulders shaking with the laugh.
It was already way past dinner time, and so, Lu Xingzhi called the reception using the telephone in the room and asked the hotel staff to deliver supper to their room.
Jiang Yao lay lazily in the bathtub. Her body was covered with Lu Xingzhi's love bites after a night of indulgence. Tiny dots of reddish marks were imprinted on her neck, chest, as well as her back and waist.