yu tingchuan opened the door and saw song qincheng in a bathrobe.
the girl's hands were raised high, holding a towel wrapped around her wet hair. a large part of her slender white arms was exposed from the sleeves of her robe. she was wearing the hotel's disposable slippers. there was hesitation on her face at first, but after the door opened, she put on a faint smile and said, " "i just came to try. i thought you weren't here."
as she said that, she bit her lower lip and said hesitantly, " "the hairdryer in my room is broken. can i borrow yours?"
as she spoke, water droplets dripped from her hair, sliding down her white cheeks and chin.
with such a sorry appearance, it was indeed impossible to tell that he was having any crooked ideas.
at this moment, the phone in the room rang.
