Xu Xiangbei smiled ambiguously. Although he didn't see Liu Ningyan taking a bath, he saw her thoroughly when she lay on the bed wearing a bikini. Thinking of it now still brings endless spring scenery and lingering memories.
Liu Ningyan's wet hair was draped diagonally across her chest. Her face was rosy, her smile showed no signs of weariness, and every gesture carried a kind of pure and dazzling charm.
She stood in front of the mirror, gently combing her waterfall-like black hair, and smiled at Xu Xiangbei through the mirror, "What did you see just now? You were so absorbed. Did you hurt your head?"
Xu Xiangbei chuckled awkwardly, a bit smugly, "I just woke up and heard you say you needed a towel, so I brought one to you. I didn't intentionally peek at you showering. I'm a gentleman, and besides, I didn't see anything."
Liu Ningyan laughed, "You don't need to explain. I didn't blame you. I trust you."
