Saying that, she wobbled into the bathroom.
Bo Yanching didn't react immediately, looking down at himself for a few moments, then suddenly noticed traces of a face mask on the spot where she had been.
When did she secretly smudge it on him?
Bo Yanching chuckled silently, took a cigarette, ready to smoke, but then noticed the long cigarette holder on the table with the corner of his eye, furrowed his brows, and returned the cigarette to the pack.
He got up, and by the time he reached the bathroom, he'd already unbuttoned his shirt.
Nan Jiaojiao was washing her face, just raised her head, searching for the face towel with closed eyes, wiping her eyes first, and then opened them to see Bo Yanching standing at the door.
He was shirtless.
Nan Jiaojiao's gaze dropped for a second.
Oh, why bother wearing pants so neatly!
"What are you doing?"
Bo Yanching crossed his arms and said, "Are you done? I want to take a shower."
"Why did you take off your clothes before showering?"
