Basil Jaak heard Xenia Wendleton's voice and turned his head to explain, "N...no, it's nothing."
Unexpectedly, his gaze remained fixed on Xenia's form, unable to turn away for a long time.
At this moment, Xenia was wearing a satin bathrobe. Just out of the shower, her soft cheeks held a blush. Perfectly mirroring the peach blossoms in March, fair and tender skin exuded a hint of allure.
Underneath Basil's unwavering gaze, Xenia's vivacious blush deepened, extending down her milky neck.
"Hmph, what are you looking at? Haven't you seen a beauty before?" Unable to bear it any longer, Xenia coquettishly chided Basil.
Basil only grinned. "I've seen beauties before, but this is the first for a beauty who repeatedly declares herself one. Ever heard of modesty?"
"Hmph, it's called self-confidence!" Xenia retorted. But then she wrinkled her nose, detecting a burning smell. "Ah, your eggs are burning!"
"Er..." Basil turned around, and true enough.
