In the bathroom:
Jian Ran fell entirely into Gu Mochen's arms. She looked at her once-pink dress, which was now completely dissolved in the water, and her lips twitched violently.
On the other hand, the man's ink-dark eyes were full of invasive intensity, staring at her as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
Jian Ran's scalp numbed inexplicably, as she tried to stretch out a small hand to block it...
But it was utterly incapable of blocking the burgeoning desire.
Jian Ran clenched her small hand, looked towards Gu Mochen, and began speaking unnaturally.
"Gu Mochen... this..."
"A specially-made, erotic dress. Do you like it? Hmm?"
Jian Ran: "..."
The man's words were seductive, devilishly charming...
Each word etched itself onto the tip of Jian Ran's heart, and she could feel her heart tremble...
"Gu Mochen, you're a hooligan..."
A scoundrel, a beast, it was enough.