How could she forget that this beast might also have a key to the bathroom?
Subconsciously tightening the bath towel wrapped around her, she stared at Lu Moqing defensively.
Seeing him lower his eyes and chuckle, he stepped closer to Qiao Xu, pressing her directly against the glass door of the shower room.
"Done showering?"
He lowered his voice, his gaze sweeping across her beautiful collarbone.
Seeing Qiao Xu tightly holding the bath towel and her defensive gaze, as if guarding him like a thief, the smile at the bottom of his eyes deepened.
"Xuxu, I kind of regret it."
His fingers lightly scraped across the back of her hand gripping the bath towel, tickling Qiao Xu.
"I should have just barged in without saying anything and showered with you just now."
Qiao Xu's face changed colors alternatingly because of his words and actions.
Watching Lu Moqing's slender fingers skillfully unfastening his own shirt buttons, revealing his strong and solid chest.
