Standing on the carpet, Ning Xiaofei was wrapped in a white bathrobe with her long hair still dripping water. Locks lazily scattered over her shoulders, some playfully sneaking into her collar. The water from the tips of her hair flowed down, tracing a path through her wet hair into the nape of her neck, and down her skin to disappear where the bathrobe hid the rise of her covered bosom.
Under the light, droplets flickered like pearls, making her just-bathed skin appear so delicate it could be broken with a puff of air…
The carpet or the sofa?!
Mu Tianye frowned.
You silly girl, are you really naive or just pretending? Do you truly think that I would want you in that state?
His gaze swept over her calves, landing on her feet against the black carpet, which involuntarily caused his lips to dry and his tongue to tingle…
In that moment, he gritted his teeth and spat out two words.
"The sofa!"
