Lugang.
In the bathroom, Zhixi stood under the showerhead, letting the hot water wash over her body but never daring to step out.
She still couldn't believe she had agreed to such an absurd request.
Not long ago, she had told herself never to let it happen a second time, yet how many days had it been?
She pursed her lips, watching as her skin became sore from the hot water before she finally turned off the tap, dried her body, and put on her pajamas.
The sleepwear in the villa was still a summer camisole... luckily, the room was warm enough.
She took a deep breath and gathered the courage to walk out.
He Jingyao leaned against the liquor cabinet waiting for her. He had already taken a shower, his hair still damp with moisture.
Seeing her come out, the man's gaze immediately fell on her, dark and scorching.
He curled up the corner of his lips and suddenly spoke, "Come help me dry my hair."
