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After dawdling for half an hour, Xia Yanxin finally walked out of the changing room awkwardly...
Long Yutian, however, was very patient. His long legs crossed, he twiddled the black Dragon Ring on his thumb... The moment he saw Xia Yanxin emerge, the dark light in his eyes suddenly brightened.
Although she had changed into the white uniform, she still draped a long white bath towel around her, wrapping herself up tightly.
"Take it off..."
He watched her with interest.
Her pretty face turned crimson, like a boiled shrimp, the redness spreading from her ears down to her neck. Her delicate jade hands clutched a corner of the towel, gripping it tightly, then loosening, then tightening again, her fair and slender feet rubbed together nervously. Her long, lustrous hair, slightly damp, stuck to her pale and graceful neck. She was like a white mandrake flower about to bloom. Pure and fragrant, exuding an alluring scent.
