Striding forward with long legs that made all the men fiery with jealousy, he leisurely picked up a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.
The eyes of most men and women in the bathhouse involuntarily followed his long legs as he moved.
Those explicit stares made Tong Xiaohua feel very uncomfortable. She leaned on the ladder rack and silently watched him wrap the bath towel around himself as if no one else was there; then, he picked up her towel, walked over to her, and with a flip of both hands, the towel became a curtain of fabric that shielded the exposed parts of her body from the view of others.
Tong Xiaohua climbed two steps up the ladder rack and peeked her head out, squinting her eyes at him as she looked up.
"So, you're this conservative?"
Yan Bo shook his head, "I'm not conservative; I just don't want you to be seen by others. You didn't see how those people were looking at you, as if they wanted to devour you!"
