Fu Yanhe turned and looked at her, his hand behind his back locked the bathroom door, his eyes dark and deep, but his face calm, "I came to scrub your back."
Under this calmness, Shen Yanhe keenly sensed a hint of danger.
She instinctively grabbed the towel wrapped around her chest and coughed lightly, "No need, I can do it myself."
Fu Yanhe didn't speak, he simply lowered his gaze, steadily closing the distance between them.
The recently turned-off shower head still dripped water, falling on his white shirt. The wet shirt gradually became transparent, revealing the firm muscles hidden underneath, exuding an undeniable sexiness.
Shen Yanhe's gaze flickered as she swallowed, her feet unconsciously stepping back two paces.
Fu Yanhe reached out and grasped her wrist, his expression extremely indifferent, "Running from what? Is there any part of you I haven't seen?"
Shen Yanhe: "..."
Even though he said that, being naked together was still very embarrassing.
