"Hmm."
Mu Anran was holding her clothes, ready to go to the restroom, but before she could take a step, she heard Yu Lingqian's indifferent voice from behind, "Where are you going?"
"I, I'm going to change," she replied.
Yu Lingqian sat on the leather sofa under the window, his entire figure sinking into it, hands leisurely crossed.
The backlight made it difficult for her to discern the emotion in his eyes, "Is there any part of your body that I haven't seen?"
Mu Anran stiffened: by now, she had even less reason to refuse any of his demands.
Obediently stopping, her fingertips trembled as she undid each button at her chest—
Her loose hospital gown fell to the floor.
Her skin was very white, her breasts not exceptionally large but beautifully shaped, her waist so slim it could be encircled with one hand, her legs long and straight, even her toes were pink and translucent...
