No Rush Now?

Observing her determined stance, her eyes flickered slightly, but her words lacked persuasiveness.

Lu Zhaohe glanced at her for two seconds, then suddenly approached her.

Having just taken a shower, a damp scent mixed with the fragrance of shower gel emanated from his body.

Bai Pu blinked her eyes, watching his face enlarge before her eyes until it was within arm's reach.

He was Lu Zhaohe, and even though he was wearing a loose bathrobe with water dripping from his casually styled hair, he effortlessly exuded an oppressive aura.

Bai Pu sat there, swallowing hard, her mind screaming to distance herself from him, while her body remained frozen in place.

Just as she found herself in a dilemma, Lu Zhaohe's lowered voice finally resonated in her ear, "So, you're not in a hurry now?"

What did she just say? People have three urgencies…

Bai Pu's face suddenly grew warm, unable to bear it any longer, she instinctively pushed him away and quickly got up.