Warmth (1)

Uncle Cool?

By instinct, Nan Zhi looked at that area of the man on reflex. The feeling of accidentally touching it the other time appeared in her mind.

It was definitely not something she could compare.

Realizing what she was thinking about, Nan Zhi's face flamed up and she flushed a bright red.

Mu Sihan wiped the beads of water off his face and looked at Nan Zhi, who was standing by the bathroom door.

Those deep and slender dark eyes were mysterious under the dense water vapor, like a whirlpool sucking her in.

Nan Zhi's heart jumped and she looked away, avoiding his intense gaze.

"Pretty Zhizhi, why is your face red? Don't tell me you've seen Uncle Cool's pee-pee before?"

Nan Zhi's mouth twitched and she looked at the little fellow with a red face. She went into the bathroom and ignored Xiaojie's awkward question. "Young Master Mu, you can go out first. I'll help Xiaojie with his bath!"