The cold water rushed down from the showerhead, drenching Xuan Ying from head to toe. Slightly furrowing his brows, the events from yesterday night occupied his mind, especially the most recent session in the morning.
She was underneath him, her face flushed red and she closed her eyes and didn't dare look at him, but her long lashes secretly fluttered.
She just let him do anything to her.
He felt as though he had taken drugs himself, he was high and addicted, his blood rushing excitedly. Even if she made him kneel down, he would willingly do so.
God, even the thought of it was agitating him again.
After taking a quick shower, Xuan Ying put on his clothes and went out. Looking at the expensive watch around his wrist, it was eight in the morning. She should be awake by now.
Whipping out his phone, he made a phone call to the Snow Mountain Residence.
The call was answered, with Auntie Su's voice on the other end. "Hello, Young Master."
