The gentle trickling of water could be heard.
The bathroom was hazy with steam.
The young man braced a hand against the white tiles, letting the cold water pour over his head. It soaked his dark hair and eyebrows, then ran in tiny streams along the lines of his muscles and into the drain.
Veins stood out on the back of his pale hand, raised from the pressure he was exerting.
Xie Youchen tilted his head back, his mind replaying the scene in the bedroom from moments ago—
After she'd asked to sleep with him, the girl's cheeks had flushed pink. She glanced at him before looking down, her voice soft and gentle. "Okay?"
She probably had no idea just how dangerous she looked in that moment.
Effortlessly inciting countless filthy fantasies.
Xie Youchen closed his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed as he suppressed the name that threatened to escape his lips.
...
Jiang Qingli hugged the blanket and rolled over again.
