He sipped slowly, his gaze unabashedly roaming over the petite woman's body, shamelessly admiring her wet figure, not missing a single corner from top to bottom.
It took her a while to realize what he was doing.
He—
Was he treating her like a delicious snack to accompany his sobering soup?!
She decided not to stand there foolishly any longer and walked over to the bed to make it for him, trying her best to avoid his intrusive gaze.
Huo Zhenyang's lips curled up.
Hiding from him? Little did she know, the way she bent over and arched her back to make the bed was even more provocative, making him feel as if he had his fill of ice cream.
By the time Huo Zhenyang was finishing his sobering soup, Jiayi had already made the king-size bed.
After Huo Zhenyang drank the last mouthful of sobering soup, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, got up, and went to bed.
