Weilan kept her head down, avoiding looking at Lu Hechen.
Lu Hechen's strong hand supported Weilan, and his body followed with heat.
Weilan's heart was in turmoil, her eyes chaotically searching for a place to rest, and inadvertently, they met his face; his nose was still a bit red, his cheeks were also flushed, and his handsome face was holding back some emotion.
When she looked at him, he happened to look back, their gazes met, and she diverted her eyes slightly downward, only to catch sight of his smooth chest, seeing him wrapped in a towel.
So cool, droplets of water were still dripping from his body.
That tangled muscle highlighted the man's good physique.
And the towel seemed somewhat uplifted, and the temperature in his palm was exceptionally high.
Weilan took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Alright, then take me there."
"Mm!" Lu Hechen's voice was a bit hoarse.
Weilan then asked, "Your nose, is it okay now?"
