He still remembered it clearly.
The last time he saw An Shihua was in front of her bathroom door at her house.
At that time, she had just finished bathing and stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only a loose casual shirt. Her body looked damp, and she emitted a pleasant fragrance of shower gel. She appeared exceptionally tempting and charming. Especially captivating were those partly-hidden, partly-visible, slender, and plump jade legs beneath her shirt hem—so fair and smooth. Each time he recalled it, he couldn't help but feel a stir of excitement, his mind conjuring all sorts of fantasies.
Just as Su Yan was somewhat lost in nostalgic recollection of that enticing scene, Brother Zhang beside him patted his shoulder and said, "Younger Brother Su, don't just stand there dumbfounded because someone's pretty. Aren't you going to hand over the map?"
