Just as he was about to grab a tissue to wipe her off, his movement stopped mid-air, his gaze fixated on her chest...
Following his gaze, Xia Xiaonuan couldn't help but look down at her own body.
Today, she was wearing a relatively loose bohemian-style maxi dress with spaghetti straps, accompanied by a small shawl over it.
The fabric on her chest was soaked and clung to her body, leaving no room for doubt about the curves beneath.
Nangong Yaoling's Adam's apple moved slightly. He glanced at Xia Xiaonuan, leaned in a bit closer, and gently used a tissue to wipe the water stains off her neck.
His movements were incredibly slow and gentle.
Yet his gaze burned with increasing intensity.
Xia Xiaonuan's body stiffened as she uneasily watched Nangong Yaoling.
The water wiping her trace over her collarbone's skin little by little, sliding only lightly over her shoulder. The slightly rough big hand rubbed her soft, snowy white skin.
