Unlike Han Xianyu's figure that had undergone a strict fitness regimen, every contour of that man's body had an explosive force and unruliness—it was as perfect as a work of art, especially since she noticed some remnants of lust for him still lingering in herself. But the man's eyes were as cold as ice that would never melt…
Damn… am I really drunk?
There were so many good-looking people here, yet she was fantasizing about Si Yehan's naked body and that time he forced himself onto her like he wanted to devour her entire being…
Stop stop stop! STOP!
Ye Wanwan shook her head hard to get rid of those provocative images in her head.
On the other side, Han Xianyu returned after swimming a few laps and walked towards her with droplets of water dripping from his body.
Ye Wanwan passed him the towel that was on the seat next to her.
