Swallowing hard, Wang Jie looked down at the cleavage, feeling a tingling in his scalp, truly a top-notch temptation.
With a proud and arrogant laugh, Wu Ting slightly lifted the corners of her mouth as she eyed Wang Jie. In her younger days, she was the belle of the campus, a true goddess.
Although she was older now, her charm was still intact. Whenever Wu Ting wanted, she was never short of men.
Thinking of this and looking at Wang Jie, who had always been a gentleman, Wu Ting leaned in slightly and said, "Hey, are you missing home, so you gave your mom a call?"
"It's okay, this isn't something too secretive. You're an adult now, missing home is nothing to be ashamed of," Wu Ting said as she moved closer, her hand holding the towel loosening a bit.
Wang Jie was dumbfounded, unable to believe what he was seeing, even questioning whether the towel was opening because it couldn't be held properly or if it was intentional.