Her eyes fell upon a waist and abdomen wrapped in a white bath towel.
Yu Zhizhi's gaze slowly traveled upward. In the dim light, she saw a stranger's powerful, defined chest, down which a single drop of water slowly trickled.
She quickly shut her eyes.
At the cabin door, the young Rabbit Clan female stood with her ears drooping. She wore a short, white shirt, leaving her pair of straight, delicate legs exposed.
Shen He was drying his hair, his gaze slowly sweeping across her face—
He could see the young female before him much more clearly than on the livestream.
Nothing suited her more than white.
Like a pure, delicate jasmine flower. With her eyes closed and lashes trembling, she looked all the more pitiful.
Her nose was small and delicate, her lips as soft and vibrant as flower petals.
Her face was snow-white and unadorned, utterly flawless.
Shen He's hands slowed. A slight smile played on his lips, and a calculating glint appeared in his eyes.
