At this moment, Ye Wanwan was wearing a white spaghetti strap nightgown that ended at her thighs. There were white laces adorning the chest area and similarly, lace embellishments at the hem of the skirt, with her long legs fair and evenly toned.
Shen Yi's Adam's apple bobbed, his gaze burning as he looked at her, taking several deep breaths to suppress his urge.
Ye Wanwan sighed and absentmindedly wiped her hair with a towel, her expression tinged with worry.
Shen Yi placed his cellphone on the bedside table, then got up and walked over to Ye Wanwan, reaching out naturally to take the towel from her hands.
Ye Wanwan looked up at Shen Yi, still wearing a worried expression, feeling even less need to mask her emotions in front of him; she pouted, looking utterly aggrieved.
"Alright, what are you still thinking about?" Shen Yi said with a shallow smile, using a light tone in an attempt to stop Ye Wanwan from worrying unnecessarily.