The bathroom door suddenly opened.
Jiang Nan stood at the door, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping down his strong chest, sliding over his perfect abs. His face was flushed, a mischievous red.
He looked up at Youyou, who was oblivious, and mistakenly thought he was dismissing her. His long, peach-like eyes squinted slightly, his thin lips moved, but he couldn't utter half a word.
His short hair was beaded with droplets, sliding down the handsome contours of his face, dripping onto the floor, suddenly outlining a seductive aura.
"Why are you looking at me like that..."
Youyou felt an inexplicable chill down her spine as he stared at her.
Ever since she knew Jiang Nan was no pushover, she increasingly felt he was intimidating.
Jiang Nan couldn't care less to pretend in front of her anymore, he was no longer putting on the act of a playboy, instead, he was a serious stranger.
"Bang—"
