At 9:30 p.m., Han Zhan took a shower.
It was already 9:45 in the evening when he finished. Since the weather was hot and he was in his own house, Han Zhan went downstairs clad in just a towel to get some water. After finishing his drink, he went upstairs to change into summer pajamas.
By the time he sat on the bed, it was 9:54 p.m.
There were still six minutes before it was time for bed.
It was Han Zhan's habit to put his cell phone in a silent mode right before sleeping, and so he took his cell phone from the dresser and unlocked it. There was an unread message. It was a photo file from Song Ci.
Han Zhan logged into WeChat and opened his chatbox with Song Ci. Almost immediately, two long, slender legs captured his attention.
He raised his brows.
Song Ci was sitting on a patch of grass and wearing light, breezy sportswear. She had on a white halter top and black sports bra. The straps of that sports bra crossed sexily over her collarbones. It was criminally enticing.
