Capital, Xie Manor.
Feng Qing came out of the bathroom with the hairdryer in one hand and a dry towel in the other.
"Lass, come over. I have something to tell you," Xie Jiuhan said coldly.
Feng Qing was slightly stunned. She turned around and was instantly shocked. She hurriedly turned her head aside. Although her reaction was fast, no matter how fast she was, it was not as fast as her eyes. Xie Jiuhan was naked and wore a gray silk bathrobe. The bathrobe was not tied at the waist and it was wide open. Feng Qing's face was slightly red. She had seen everything that she should and should not have seen.
Even when she closed her eyes, Xie Jiuhan's bare chest would involuntarily appear in her mind. This man was really becoming more and more casual. He did not seem embarrassed in front of her at all.
"Huh? Why is your face red?" The man asked casually, holding a glass of red wine.
