After his shower, Mu Zimo skipped his own room entirely, habitually opening Qiao An's door and toweling his hair while putting his physique on display.
After all these years together, he'd more or less figured out Qiao An's preferences in certain areas.
Lying in bed scrolling through videos on her phone, Qiao An was grinning from ear to ear and cackling away. The moment she felt the damp air, she looked up, and her eyes landed on a devastatingly handsome sight.
A single drop of water fell from the tip of his hair, tracing his sharp jawline before landing on his collarbone. From there, the view extended down to his well-defined obliques—a perfect, sculpted form without a trace of excess fat.
While the sight left Qiao An's mouth dry, she also felt a little annoyed.
This guy had been working overtime and hadn't been home in ages. For him to use this kind of tactic the moment he walked in the door made her feel a bit indignant.
