When Zhou Mochen came out of the shower, he saw the young woman clutching her phone with an expression of deep suffering. He sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. "What are you thinking about?"
Having just showered, Zhou Mochen's hair was still slightly damp. He casually rubbed it a couple of times with a towel as he looked down at her, his moist eyes filled with nothing but her reflection.
Xu Su froze. Staring at the handsome face so close to hers, she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to touch it. It felt really nice.
She looked up and kissed his chin, sweet nothings pouring out of her as if they cost nothing. "Thinking of you."
'I want to be better to you...'
Setting aside all their emotional entanglements, Xu Su had to admit that this man's looks were exactly her type. He was just too handsome.
Especially now, with the lingering steam from his shower clinging to him, he looked clean and exuded an indescribable allure. He smelled wonderful, too.
