Tang Ying was terrified that a momentary lapse of attention would reveal her entire front.
Her figure was graceful, her alabaster skin like nurtured jade. She was undoubtedly beautiful enough to be a cover model.
"If you don't turn around, I won't continue."
Tang Ying was barely able to stand. If not for her last shred of consciousness, she would have truly collapsed.
Chu Hao was speechless. "Fine," he said.
Chu Hao turned around. Tang Ying quickly composed herself and told him he could turn back.
Chu Hao kept a straight face. "Sister Mo, you can't be serious. What are you doing just wearing a towel?"
Tang Ying huffed. "Aren't you afraid of getting styes? I'm holding this towel for your own good. Now, hurry up and treat me."
"No way. Take off the towel. Do you have some secret? You can't be like me, right? My god... you're not a transsexual, are you?"
