He looked like he had just come out of a bath, but he had obviously been downstairs just a moment ago. How had he managed to not only return to his room and take off his clothes but also finish bathing?
Could it be that he really knew some sort of cloning technique?
Facing such a scene, the greatest reaction was still embarrassment. In the face of Ji Chicheng's piercing cold gaze, Ji Anning stammered an explanation, "I... I knocked on the door just now, and when there was no response, I thought you weren't in the room."
She pointed at the door, asserting her case with conviction.
But it did not change the fact that it was a lie. Her face grew redder and redder, and, nervous and embarrassed, she forgot to look away, her eyes fixed on Ji Chicheng's handsome face covered with water droplets, every pore filled with allure.
She swallowed, then continued to explain her purpose for being there, "I came to find some clothes for Fenfen to wear out."
