Lu Fengxuan's cool gaze shifted slightly and she noticed that the bottle of alcohol on the coffee table was already more than half empty. Who had been drinking was blatantly obvious.
Yu Chiyin felt the gaze behind him, his figure paused, and the wineglass he was bringing to his lips was abruptly placed back on the table.
Picking up a set of clothes beside him, he rose and looked toward her; his eyes brightened, and twin flames seemed to flicker in their depths.
Golden sunlight spilled in from the floor-to-ceiling window, and there she stood in the light, wrapped in a bath towel, seeming to be covered in a layer of brilliant, sacred light that effortlessly beguiled.
The man's figure was tall and slender, and he approached her with his long legs moving slowly.
Yu Chiyin's gaze shifted, focusing on her exposed fragrant shoulders, the left one bearing the marks he had left in his agitation, as his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
