When Song Qinghuan entered the room, Shi Yuhuan was in the bathroom, taking a shower.
She decided not to take a shower today, she got a quilt out from the wardrobe, lay down on the sofa, and pretended to be asleep.
At such times, a woman cannot compete with a man. If he wants the bed, let him have it.
The sound of rushing water came through the glass door, slow and clear. The room was quiet, making the sound of the water even more distinct, causing a sense of inexplicable tension in Song Qinghuan.
Her eyes closed, she nestled herself completely under the quilt, but her mind was disobedient, repeatedly summoning the image of Shi Yuhuan's bare upper body. His physique was genuinely good, muscular, and robust, with perfect and aesthetic symmetry.
My, what was she doing, constantly thinking about him, and even him without clothes? Song Qinghuan blushed and her heart pounded, she was in utter panic.
She became fidgety, itching to leave the room.
