Luo Qiangwei slept deeply, having not rested well the night before due to her worries about her mother, so today she finally caught up on her sleep.
As she opened her eyes slightly, the luxurious ceiling caught her off guard for a moment before she heard the sound of a door opening to her side, and a wave of warmth hit her face.
Luo Qiangwei turned her head and saw a scene rich with masculine allure—
Mo Shiche had just walked out of the bathroom, his lower body wrapped in a light gray towel, his upper body bare and toned, his short black hair damp. He held a towel in his hand, and beads of water, not yet dried, trailed down the contours of his pale chest muscles...
It was like a quintessential image of a handsome man post-bath.
Having known Mo Shiche for now nearly nineteen years, including the time in her past life, Luo Qiangwei was always stunned and dazzled every time she saw his face and body.
