Because he was in such a hurry, Yu Chiyin had only tied a bath towel around his waist.
As soon as the door opened, water droplets clung to the man's body, his robust pectoral muscles leading to a clearly defined set of eight-pack abs, each inch of his honey-colored skin exuding temptation.
Lu Fengxuan's face flushed for a moment, her gaze shifting upward, "What happened? I called out to you so many times just now, and you didn't respond. I thought something had happened to you."
"I also took a bath and accidentally fell asleep."
Yu Chiyin looked down at her with a slight smile on his thin lips, hinting at mischief, "Axuan, your face is so red."
"Stop talking nonsense." Lu Fengxuan was slightly annoyed.
This time, she clearly wasn't going to be easily placated, "Brother Ayin, are you sick? Your complexion looks very weak."
Yu Chiyin nonchalantly said, "No, you're mistaken. Alright, it's getting late, let's go back to sleep."
