Driving back to the hotel, Ling Chen took a shower, stood on the balcony in a bathrobe, gazing out at the skyscrapers of the city with a perplexed and contemplative look.
"Ling Chen."
At some point, Nanrong Wanqing appeared behind Ling Chen, her soft arms wrapping around his waist from behind, resting her head gently on his back.
Ling Chen turned his head to look at Nanrong Wanqing in her loose bathrobe, his heart fluttered involuntarily.
Perhaps it was because of the recent shower, but Nanrong Wanqing exuded a faint fragrance, a fair and slender neck visible beneath the bathrobe, and when she slightly lifted her head, the enticing cleavage formed by her curves was faintly visible.
Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, akin to a lotus emerging from water, simple and unadorned, yet breathtakingly beautiful.
Seeing Ling Chen staring at her without blinking, a shy blush crept over Nanrong Wanqing's charming face, and she hugged him tighter.
