Ran Yu: "..."
Half a day later.
She finally spoke hesitantly, "Help what?"
Lu Ziheng's brow twitched.
Bowing his head, the young girl was in his embrace, all the tussling had caused her bath towel to fall off, and the towel in her hair had dropped too, now her short, jet-black hair lay in disarray across her shoulders and beside her cheeks, her skin pale but flushed...
She was the image of a rare charm.
Yet those cat-like eyes were wide open, in the light, they seemed even more crystal clear, pure and innocent, filled only with curiosity and confusion, without any hint of seduction or pretense.
She truly didn't understand.
Lu Ziheng sighed silently, then bent down and whispered something in her ear.
Instantly, her already wine-flushed, post-shower pale face turned a deeper shade of red.
She pursed her lips, said nothing; the atmosphere in the bedroom was quiet, yet the undercurrent of ambiguity was palpable.
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