After washing up, Yu Lingqian tossed her onto the bed and turned back to the bathroom, and soon the sound of water filled the air.
The bare Mu Anran burrowed into the covers and wrapped herself up like a silkworm, only her flushed little face peeking out.
In the bathroom, the dripping water sounded like it was hammering against her chest, making her palms start to sweat nervously.
Although she had been drugged, she vomited soon after swallowing, so the effects of the drug were bearable for her.
Yet, the moment the sound of water stopped and the man pushed the door open to step out, Mu Anran felt the heat that had just subsided surge up again—
He was only wearing a white towel around his lower half, droplets of water trickling down the eight-pack abs, the barely visible lines of his lower abdomen making one's blood race.
Yu Lingqian seemed to relish Mu Anran's astonished gaze.