Zhang Yang had already started to have a nosebleed but still stared straight at Wang Xinxin.
Although he had seen Wang Xinxin's body before, at that time, in the hospital, he had not stripped her completely.
Now, looking at Wang Xinxin after a bath with some droplets still clinging to her body, she truly looked like a lotus emerging from the water, tender and dewy.
What surprised Zhang Yang the most was that, last time, Wang Xinxin had hair down there, but now it was smooth.
The plump and tender mound with that tiny slit could ensnare a soul.
"Brother Zhang Yang, are you alright?" Wang Xinxin quickly came over with a tissue to wipe Zhang Yang's nosebleed, and her heart blossomed with joy. She had not expected Brother Zhang Yang to react so strongly to her body.
To the point of having a nosebleed, even though her boyfriend had also seen her body, he hadn't reacted at all—if there was any reaction, it had been one of disdain.
