The man stood there with his upper body bare and glistening, donning only a snow-white bath towel around his lower half. Even though a woman had suddenly appeared in the room, there didn't seem to be a trace of anger in the man's eyes. Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on Qin Qin in front of him.
The next moment, the man walked toward her.
Qin Qin's eyes traveled from his feet upward, taking in a face so handsome it could mesmerize even the heavens above. His wet, short hair clung to his scalp, a drop of water delicately falling off, down his beautifully proportioned shoulders, over the wheat-colored expanse of his defined and attractive chest and abs. Several more droplets traced a path down his pecs and slipped below the line of his mermaid muscles. At that moment, Qin Qin felt as if she was looking at a bewitching fairy, his every move filled with ultimate seduction, making her stand there, not even moving, just seriously watching him.
