Nan Yan furrowed her brow and fetched a hairdryer.
After drying her long hair, she lay down on the bed, ready to sleep.
However, her mind was uncontrollable, frequently revisiting the awkward scene from earlier.
It seemed like tonight, she wouldn't be able to sleep...
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Qin Lu emerged from the bathroom, covered in cold mist.
His short black hair clung to his head, and water droplets trickled down his chiseled profile.
He wasn't wearing any clothes, only a bath towel wrapped around his slim waist.
Ignoring the water droplets on him, he took a cigarette from the coffee table, bit it, and lit it.
The room was left in darkness.
The glowing tip of his cigarette flickered in the obscurity.
Qin Lu dared not close his eyes.
Closing his eyes would mean reliving the unintentional sight he had seen.
Though she appeared petite, the young girl had indeed become a grown woman.
