Han Yi was very fond of the vacation villa's bath, designed in an Arabian-style semicircle...
With the rose-scented bath gel, she soaked for a while, feeling much refreshed and invigorated.
She put on a nightgown and walked out.
Tingxuan was adjusting the music in the bedroom.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, there was a white wicker table holding two beautiful crystal high-heeled glasses, and a white vase filled with red roses in the center, exuding a delightful fragrance.
In her brief moment of daze, Tingxuan had already turned around.
The moment he saw her, a glint of amazement flashed in his eyes.
Freshly bathed, her skin was as white with a hint of pink, smooth as if it were made of cream.
Her long, black hair casually draped over her shoulders.
A snow-white, semi-transparent gauze nightgown accentuated her languid and mysterious aura.
Especially her bright, liquid eyes and rosy lips, they completely captivated him.
"Wife, you look stunning!"
