The following morning.
Xia Liu's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was a fair and delicate arm.
His gaze traveled upward, to the tossed-aside bedding.
Gurgle...
Xia Liu was somewhat startled.
It seemed he had never shared a room with Rose before.
Last night must have been quite awkward; he was wholly focused on absorbing nature's spiritual energy.
He was unaware that Rose actually slept without any clothes on!!!
Good heavens!
He could see that Rose's clothes were hung on the hanger.
As for the underwear, it was neatly placed on the bedside table.
Without using one's brain, anyone could guess what kind of beautiful scene lay under that cozy duvet.
While Xia Liu was still in a daze, Rose opened her eyes.
Their eyes met, and it was as if time came to a halt for Xia Liu.
About ten seconds later, Rose came to her senses without screaming.
With a casual flick, she flung off the duvet, then slowly picked up the underwear on the cabinet and started dressing.
