The man's slender fingers held a white towel, just ready to wrap it around himself when he lifted his handsome eyes and saw that the frosted glass door not far away had already been opened. A woman was squeezing one shoulder against there, her little face beet red, staring at him dumbfounded.
"...Uh," Tong Ran was stunned for a long while before she somewhat chokedly swallowed.
Is this what they call the... bath exit dance?
Although the man didn't move, just standing there, the sheer beauty of his wickedly handsome face, coupled with a chief male model-like physique, a few un-dried water droplets fell from his messy dark brown hair, slid down his lean and well-defined upper body, all the way to...
Tong Ran hurriedly covered her eyes with both hands.
Look-away-look-away...
Mo Nanjue's hand paused, his handsome eyebrows raised, and the luster in his dark eyes seemed to burn, "Tong Ran, what are you hiding there peeking at?"
