She seemed like a Jade Hibiscus, blooming quietly, exuding a charming fragrance from inside out…
She took the shirt he wore, which still carried a fresh scent, and silently put it on.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she clenched her fists nervously and paused slightly before she decisively opened the bathroom door and walked out.
At that moment, the man had come out before her, wearing only a white bath towel and lazily half-reclining on the sofa smoking, looked up at the sound—
He saw a petite figure wrapped in his white shirt, her slender legs particularly even and pale, her moist, long hair dripping with water droplets messily falling over Bo Ying's shoulders, her small face flushed pink, shy with moisture and the fresh scent of a shower.
She looked like an innocent yet enchanting Sprite, stunningly beautiful to the point where one couldn't take their eyes off her.