Lin An cradled the bleeding head and approached the door with light steps.
Next to the door, a surveillance monitor was installed, clearly showing a figure standing by the door, leaning on her knees and gasping for breath.
It was indeed a woman with a graceful figure, reminiscent of a juicy peach.
Only she looked somewhat disheveled.
Her entire body was drenched as if she had been caught in the rain for a day, her black hair hanging loose and clinging to her slender, fair neck, dripping water continuously.
The visitor was dressed in pink yoga clothes, her tight, plump yoga pants tracing her exquisite curves all the way down to her bare feet, which seemed to be bleeding from a cut.
She was wrapped in a white silk overcoat but it couldn't hide the sports vest underneath, which appeared to be on the verge of bursting.
She seemed to sense someone observing her through the camera above the door frame and hurriedly lifted her head in anxiety.
