But clearly, there was no one outside.
"..."
For some reason, seeing this made Yu Tingting's heart surge with a wave of deep disappointment. She gently extended her small foot, stepped out of the bathroom, and quietly approached the wardrobe in the master bedroom. She opened it, took out a man's shirt, and slipped it on.
The oversized shirt carried a strong sense of déjà vu, exposing Yu Tingting's delicate and flawless long legs entirely. Her collarbone was exquisite, the skin alabaster, her long hair scattered around her shoulders—slightly damp but in no way diminishing the tender and playful charm of this petite woman. A casual shake of her head highlighted an evocative feminine allure.
Meanwhile, Xie Qiyan was taking a shower in the guest room next door. Typically efficient and quick when it came to showering, tonight was a different story. He seemed distracted, deliberate in taking his time, his heartbeat racing faster than usual.
"I wonder if she will..."
