His fingers tightly clutched the edge of the windowsill, his gaze dark and suppressed.
Yun Ya, what was she trying to do?
Just then, the sliding door of the bathroom suddenly opened, and Yun Ya, clad in a bathrobe, walked out from the inside, her hair wet and dripping with water droplets. As she rubbed her hair, the gap in her bathrobe would reveal a glimpse of the spring scenery at her chest with every lift of her arms. The hem barely covered her buttocks, and when she lifted her arm, the hem would flirtatiously rise to reveal her fair, slender thighs, igniting forbidden thoughts...
Yun Ya looked at Yan Song, her cheeks flushed with steam like a blooming peony.
"Brother Yan, you should go take a bath too," she said.
Yan Song gazed deeply at her, and Yun Ya, inadvertently averting her eyes, walked to the vanity and gently dabbed at her hair.
"I'm leaving now, you rest well," he said, and with that, he turned to leave.