"It smells so good!"
On the third floor, in Yang Linglong's boudoir.
Lin Fan was sitting on a reclining couch.
The fragrant aroma was truly enchanting.
Especially the splashes of water from the bathroom and her intimate garments strewn across the bed.
This was clearly a deliberate provocation.
Even Lin Fan's willpower almost failed to hold.
Yet ultimately, he managed to suppress the impulse to push the door open.
"Lin Fan, you can't do such beastly things, she's a comrade's sister!"
"Stay calm, you must stay calm!"
"If you can't assure her a future, you shouldn't just take advantage of her!"
He kept reminding himself, yet every minute sitting there was an agony.
Just as Lin Fan thought the torment would end as soon as she finished her bath,
he had no idea that when Yang Linglong walked out of the door,
it would be like a massive bombshell—four twos with a pair of kings.
Her dark hair was wrapped in a pink shower cap, setting off her pale complexion.
