However, unfortunately, when Tang Yuran got to the word "right," Gu Yu had already reached out, grabbed the towel around her body, and gave it a tug, pulling it down.
Tang Yuran felt an instant chill on her skin, the towel that had been in her hand a second ago was no longer there the next.
"...big-headed ghost."
The final notes of her sentence, accompanied by the towel being pulled from her body, were left incomplete, floating away in the air.
The room became eerily silent in that moment.
Gu Yu's dark pupils contracted slightly.
Before him at this moment was a fair and smooth body.
Beneath her fair slender neck was a chest of delicate and lustrous whiteness, its slightly raised softness looking extremely elastic, and her chest, heaving with tense breaths, rose and fell dramatically.
Gu Yu couldn't help but swallow hard, his gaze slowly moving downward.
Her waist appeared much thinner than when clothed, seemingly unable to withstand a simple grasp.
