"Su Chen, I... I'm going to take a shower!" Nalan Qingcheng stood up abruptly, quickly walking towards the bedroom. Her legs, clad in flesh-colored silk stockings, moved hurriedly, dazzlingly beautiful and perfectly sculpted, outlining an enchanting figure that was mesmerizing. Even Su Chen, whose will was strong, couldn't help but be somewhat distracted.
"Living under the same roof as such an unparalleled goddess is definitely a test of one's heart and mind!" Su Chen muttered to himself.
Meanwhile.
Nalan Qingcheng, who had already entered the bathroom, had her cherry lips slightly parted, her breathing somewhat erratic. A shy blush twinkled on her delicate and perfect face, beautifully indescribable.
She was nervous and bashful, her mind filled with all sorts of wild thoughts.
"I must take a bath to calm down. Nalan Qingcheng, you are Nalan Qingcheng, you must not lose your composure!" Nalan Qingcheng took a deep breath, telling herself this.