"No... I didn't look, I didn't peek..."
Facing those dark eyes, her brain seemed to short-circuit.
"Then look now."
"I... I won't look..."
Qiao Mo blushed as she clumsily denied it, her usually clear thoughts always turned to mush in front of him.
"Xiao Mo... you're all wet."
"You... scoundrel!" Qiao Mo's face was burning hot, she hurriedly stood up, threw the towel at him, and ran out of the bathroom without looking back.
He grabbed the towel and chuckled lightly.
It wasn't until the bathroom door closed again that the smile gradually faded from his face.
Perhaps he was too impatient.
But sleeping in the same bed with her every day, seeing but not touching, he was almost going insane!
Yet thinking of her previous resistance, he lowered his gaze slightly.
She has no memory of him, maybe he shouldn't have such demands of her.
After escaping red-faced, Qiao Mo changed her clothes, stood by the window enjoying the sea breeze, and gradually calmed down...
