Bai Xuexiao turned on the shower beside the bathtub, and cold water poured down from above, drenching Xi Yan from head to toe. Her wet black hair clung to her enchanting, beautiful face. The already nearly torn white shirt, now soaked, clung to her pale skin, making her seductively captivating at this moment. Bai Xuexiao's eyes glowed with intensity, and he found it hard to breathe.
The icy water could not quell the flames that were fiercely burning inside Xi Yan; instead, it seemed to add fuel to the fire, intensifying her passion.
Xi Yan was unexpectedly passionate and wild, her lips seeking his, and then softening as they were blocked by a tender kiss—stealing his breath away, innocent yet greedy, stirring long-dormant desires within him.
Her hands also began tearing at his clothes, almost desperately.
