Wang Xiaoqiang pulled up the sheet over his head. Once his eyes plunged into darkness, his imagination expanded. The vision of Xia Guifang stepping out of the bath kept flashing in his mind, becoming clear. Abruptly, Wang Xiaoqiang tossed away the sheet, jumped out of bed, and rushed into the bathroom for another cold shower.
The next day at eight o'clock, Wang Xiaoqiang woke up and saw that Xia Guifang was already awake, neatly dressed in a cotton floral dress that Wang Xiaoqiang had bought for her the day before.
They say that clothes make the man as gold makes the Buddha. Xia Guifang looked even more beautiful in that dress, which perfectly accentuated her figure. Furthermore, dressed in the trendy dress, Xia Guifang's demeanor had greatly changed; she no longer resembled a country girl.
"Wow, whose young lady is this? How did she end up in my room?" Wang Xiaoqiang joked, teasing her.
