An hour later, the bathroom door opened.
It was still the man holding Qiao Ruoxin as he came out, setting her down on the bench at the end of the bed before returning to the bathroom to fetch a hairdryer to dry her hair.
When she had entered, Qiao Ruoxin had still been capable of struggling with anger, but by the time she came out, she didn't even have the strength to walk.
She sat obediently on the bench at the end of the bed, watching as Mo Chen approached with the hairdryer.
Recalling the scene in the bathroom over the past hour, her cheeks involuntarily heated up.
Mo Chen stood before her in a black robe, drying her hair for her.
The collar of his robe was open, and Ruoxin's gaze fell directly on his sexy mermaid-line abs, and as she looked up, she saw the man's chest muscles.
Looking at the bite mark she had left on Mo Chen's shoulder, uh... it was truly embarrassing.
