"I'll give you ten minutes; hurry up." Zhang Fan lay on the bed, his head covered by the blanket, and spoke in a low voice.
"You're the best, bro." Zhang Xiaoyuan went back to her room, grabbed her pajamas, and ran to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Xiaoyuan, dressed in a pink robe, appeared in front of Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan's eyes were fixated.
Freshly bathed Zhang Xiaoyuan looked really stunning.
Zhang Xiaoyuan felt Zhang Fan's gaze, blushed, and said quietly, "You should go wash up now; I'll go back."
Zhang Fan grabbed his clothes and ran to the bathroom. Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan returned to the room, wearing only shorts.
But the next moment, he froze, seeing Zhang Xiaoyuan sitting on the edge of the bed. He hurriedly used his clothes to cover his chest.
"Why are you still here?"
Blushing, Zhang Xiaoyuan said, "The door is broken; it won't open."
