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Instinctively, Lu Xingzhi noticed Jiang Yao looking at him. He wouldn't have pulled his hand away from her waist if it wasn't for having to wring the towel.

"Wash your face." After handing the towel to her, Lu Xingzhi grabbed his own and quickly washed his face. Like greased lightning, he restored to his original position with his arm around her waist. "Let's go downstairs."

Jiang Yao glared at Lu Xingzhi and then at his hand around her waist, motioned him to take it off. The parents were downstairs at the moment, did he really want to go downstairs like this? 

However, Lu Xingzhi seemed not to comprehend her warning gesture. He waited for her to hang her towel and walked out of the room with his hand tightly clenching her waist.

Luckily, as soon as they left their room, Lu Xingzhi retracted his hand and put them in his pockets, then watched Jiang Yao hastily run downstairs.