The man was nowhere to be found and was not in the room; Su Ran sat on the sofa beside her, wiping her hair.
Fu Qiyuan opened the door to the room, and his dark gaze immediately fell upon the person on the sofa.
Her perfectly straight, slender legs shone dazzlingly white under the light.
Her skin was fair and delicate as if surrounded by a halo; she had her legs slightly to the side, tightly pressed together, irresistibly drawing the eye.
Drawing closer, that familiar scent suddenly enveloped him.
The smell on her was his.
Yet it also carried a unique crisp fragrance belonging to her, the two scents intertwining, ambiguous and lingering.
When it floated into his nostrils, his pupils shrank slightly, and his dark eyes flowed like the entire Milky Way.
He closed the room door, placing the tray in his hand on the coffee table opposite the sofa.
