He sat beside the desk and casually picked up a book, reading intensely. It wasn't long before the sound of a door opening and the running water stopped.
Li Fei took a deep breath and turned to look towards the door, ready to greet Li Jianguo at any moment.
Then, a white figure appeared at the doorway. Li Fei was startled, his eyes widened, as he sat there dumbfounded. The white figure was looking down, facing sideways, with a towel in her hand, continuously wiping the water droplets from her hair, completely unaware that there was an extra man in the room.
Li Fei's heart thumped wildly, his nerves reaching a breaking point. He never expected that the decrepit old man Li Jianguo of his imagination had suddenly turned into a beautiful woman as delicate as a flower.
This freshly-bathed beauty was extremely pretty, with long hair down to her waist and a stature almost reaching one meter seventy.
