A powerful aura permeated his entire body, like a natural-born ruler.
When Wen Xian walked in, looking at the blurred figure in the bathtub, her heart involuntarily skipped a beat.
She only felt that he, shrouded in the mist, seemed more mysterious and unpredictable, more elusive.
The curve of his side profile was cold and firm, perfect.
Below, the collarbone, the solid and broad shoulders, were faintly visible.
Wen Xian almost lost herself in the sight, feeling as though tears might spill from her mouth.
"What are you dawdling for? Are you that unwilling?"
Suddenly, the man in the bathtub glanced over, through the hazy mist, his cold and sharp gaze like a falcon's, seemingly ready to pierce right through her.
Wen Xian almost felt her legs give out, quickly stepping over: "Coming, coming, how could I be unwilling, I'm very willing."
However, just as she approached the side of the bathtub, suddenly she slipped——
"Ah...!"
