Alexander simply wore a towel around his waist.
His hair was still wet. Drops of water fell from the ends of his hair and rolled down his chest.
She swallowed subconsciously. He had a nice shape... with a perfect six-pack...
She couldn't see him clearly from the balcony, but he was now a walking hormone!
Uh-oh, oh no. Heather felt something was wrong as her act seemed to be strange again!
"Don't look at me that way, Heather," Alexander said with a gloomy face.
He had taken a long cold shower, and it had taken him a long time to suppress the flame in him, but when he saw Heather's burning eyes, it seemed his newly built defenses were about to collapse again.
Realizing what she was doing, she shyly put her hands over her face. "Who, who told you not to wear clothes?"
