He had just finished bathing, and his body still carried the fresh scent of shower gel. Droplets of water from his undried hair trickled down, falling onto her neck, cool to the touch.
Underneath the damp hair, his deep eyes were like an unfathomably deep pool of water that, with a slight stir, could set off limitless whirlpools, drawing her in to sink deep, making it difficult for her to break free.
After a long stare, Song Yan leisurely stretched out her hands and hooked them around his neck.
Gu Chenxiao looked down at her slender, fair arms, then his gaze returned to her face.
Song Yan smiled lightly, her red lips slightly parting, her voice soft and endlessly tender, "Mr. Gu, you've come all this way—is it because you're craving my body?"
Gu Chenxiao's gaze on her darkened a few shades.
Her hands roamed inappropriately over the back of his neck, her fingers threading through his short hair, toying with it intermittently.
