I’m Yours, What Is It That You Can't Touch?

But just because she didn't think much of it didn't mean that others thought the same.

This was a direct insult to her. If she didn't reciprocate, she'd think she was easy to bully.

Especially since it was Shen Rou who provoked her.

Qiao Mianmian had tolerated her for a long time.

"Alright." Shen Rou sneered. "Prove it to me. Don't delete your call history."

"Of course not." Qiao Mianmian glanced into the bathroom and smiled. "My husband is coming out soon. I'll ask him if I can answer his call."

The bathroom door opened with a click.

After a cold shower, the man walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him.

His wet hair was still dripping.

The beads of water rolled down his face and onto his sexy lips.

The towel only covered his lower body.

The exposed upper body, chest muscles, and abdominal muscles were even more attractive.