Huo Xingzhou's lips curved slightly upward as he casually tossed the express delivery box onto the carpet.
He picked up the neatly wrapped small gift box and examined it carefully, unable to guess what was inside.
The sound of water trickling came from the bathroom.
The steamy glass door only allowed a vague glimpse of a graceful figure, nothing more could be discerned.
Huo Xingzhou placed the small gift box back to where it was, wanting to wait for her to come out and tell him personally. With one hand, he pulled off his tie, undid two buttons of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and began flipping through a magazine.
When Qiao Xi came out wearing her pajamas, she saw the man under the light with brows like jade.
Her little face was pinkish-white from the heat, and the tips of her hair were damp.
Lotus flowers bloom from clear waters, truly nothing could be more fitting.
