Lu Jingxing did not follow the urges of his body to pull Wen Nuan back beneath him. Instead, he withdrew his gaze, turned to the side, and extinguished his cigarette butt in the ashtray.
He picked up a cellphone nearby and made a call to Cheng Feng, "Have the maid come to the Xiangjiang villa to clean up."
After instructing, he hung up the phone.
He lifted the thin blanket from around his waist, got out of bed, and headed to the bathroom to shower.
Wen Nuan had just half put on her clothes when she saw Lu Jingxing walk past her.
Her eyes accidentally swept over his perfectly sculpted V-shaped torso, and with just one glance, she bashfully lowered her gaze.
Despite that, the scene imprinted itself in her mind and spread.
Images that made her cheeks flush and heart race jumped into her mind again; her hands had only recently felt the tension and sexiness of his muscles.
It was only when the bathroom door closed that she continued getting dressed.