Yan Rusheng draped a towel over himself and went out. He thoughtfully closed the bathroom door after him.
Turning his head, he let out a sigh of satisfaction as he looked at Xuxu's silhouette through the frosted glass.
Oh, damn it. She only helped me with her hands, and I'm already so satisfied. When the real battle comes around, won't it feel like paradise?
So, it would be better to take things further.
As Young Master Yan thought about this, he instantly held back the smile on his face and walked towards the wardrobe, keeping a straight face. Opening the wardrobe door, he took out a bathrobe before putting it on.
He walked over to the bed, sat down and leaned against the headboard.
Suddenly, Xuxu's cellphone rang from the bedside cabinet.
He glanced at it unintentionally. It was a message from Zhou Shuang. The message was short and could be read without having to launch the cellphone screen.
