Bing~~
Xia Feng's gaze lingered on the alluring curves of Miss Mu's nightgown for about ten seconds, unabashedly displaying his malicious intent.
But unfortunately, the woman didn't react at all, completely treating him as if he didn't exist.
Alright, alright.
Tempting me but ignoring me, huh? Xia Feng raised an eyebrow and knocked on the door, "I'll take a shower too."
He said he was showering, but in reality, he just stood under the showerhead for a few seconds for the sake of formality.
After rinsing, he wrapped a towel around his broad waist and returned to the bedroom, heading straight for the bright red bed, approaching the silver-haired witch.
Mu Qingtong sat quietly in a meditative position, her delicate brows furrowed slightly as she lifted her cool little face.
Mr. Xia's sculpted abs were right in front of her, the towel in the middle bulging, almost pressing against her face, hot steam enveloping her.
