Pei Yuanchen suddenly tightened his grip on the glass.
…The soda water was wasted.
He put down the glass, walked over to the wardrobe, took out a robe, and headed to the bathroom.
"I'll hang it on the door for you." His tone was still cold.
After hanging the clothes, he turned and walked away.
Not long after, Ziyi came out of the bathroom, wearing a bathrobe, her hair still damp.
Pei Yuanchen was already on his third glass of ice water.
From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed her figure, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "Quickly dry your hair and then sleep."
Ziyi sat on the edge of the bed, smiling: "Uncle Xiaobao, why are you turning your back to me?"
Pei Yuanchen put down the glass and turned to look at her.
Her hair was wet, her face still carrying water vapor, making her look a bit naive.
Yet that face was delicate and charming, turning even that innocence into a silent temptation.
Pei Yuanchen found his body stirring again.
