Mi Shen adjusted her breathing, but her mind was still uncontrollably flashing the image of Li Fengchang's face. What was happening to her? She had never felt this way before.
She quickly raised her hand to pat her cheeks and shifted her gaze to distract herself.
Hmm... the spider plant on the windowsill was doing quite well.
Oh... the curtains were intricately designed and felt nice to the touch.
Swish—
The door to the bathroom opened, and Mi Shen instinctively turned her head to look—
The man's tall figure emerged from inside, carrying a faint mist from the humidity. Perhaps because he had just showered, his body was still somewhat wet, so he merely draped his shirt over himself. His wet hair, paired with his exquisitely handsome features, was enchantingly attractive.
Mi Shen was instantly dumbstruck, her heart thumping wildly, and the temperature on her cheeks, having just cooled, suddenly rose again.
