Half an hour later, Qin Mobai came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, with only a white towel wrapped around his body.
The man's physique was excellent, with not a trace of excess flesh on his lean body, and his six-pack abs felt very elastic when pressed. The most striking feature was the scar on his chest caused by a gunshot wound, adding a touch of wild ruggedness to him.
At the time, Lou Xi said that Qin Mobai was even more attractive this way. Which man doesn't have a few scars on his body?
Qin Mobai's mind was filled with images of Lou Xi—her every smile and gesture, her...
"Why are you up so early?" The woman in bed woke up and looked at the freshly bathed Qin Mobai with hazy eyes.
Lin Qianqian wasn't sure if it was an illusion or something else; she felt like she had just seen a hostile expression in Qin Mobai's eyes when she woke up.
But at that moment, Qin Mobai's eyes were filled with tender looks, as gentle as water.
