Hearing that lazy drawl, Hu Xiaobei opened his eyes and saw her, face full of shyness, clutching the hem of her clothes, fidgeting as she stared at her own toes.
Right now, Song Yaling was wearing a light purple dress.
The slightly loose dress hid her seductive curves, but somehow added a touch of pure innocence.
So even Hu Xiaobei, after the initial shock, couldn't help wanting to look a few more times.
"What are you staring at!"
Seeing Hu Xiaobei dumbly staring at her, the slightly recovered Song Yaling bit her soft lips.
A trace of inextricable shyness flashed in her eyes.
Smiling honestly, Hu Xiaobei spoke cheerfully, "Nothing, just think you look really, really pretty."
"All you know how to do is say these useless things, you…"
Before she finished, she suddenly let out a little scream.
"You… you shameless bastard, how can you just come out wrapped in a bath towel!"
