Late at night, An Lan leaned against the bed, holding the latest quarterly magazine from a certain brand, her ears filled with the sound of running water. She looked absent-mindedly at the latest handbags featured in the magazine, but her mind was preoccupied with other thoughts.
Ten minutes later, the sound of water from the bathroom ceased. An Lan maintained her position when suddenly a shadow loomed over her head, enveloping her in darkness. She instinctively looked up and met Huo Zhanting's distinctive black and white eyes.
Bare-chested, with a loosely draped white towel around his lower half, he exuded a misty steam. His tousled short hair bore dangling droplets, and under the light, his wheat-colored skin reflected a glowing sheen. His defined and muscular abs caused An Lan's face to flush red.
