After washing her neck, Jiang Nuannuan felt much better. She touched her collar and realized it was wet, clinging to her chest. It seemed that water had seeped into her undergarments as well.
Gu Shizhou shook his hand and asked, "Feeling better?"
"Mm, just my clothes got wet," she said, pinching the damp fabric in front of her chest. Annoyed, she added, "You made everything wet."
Gu Shizhou stood up, his gaze lowered. As she held up the clothes, the neckline stretched, revealing her porcelain-white, radiant skin under the sunlight. His gaze fixed on her, his pupils dark as night.
In that moment, the hazy dream from last night transformed into a vivid and ambiguous image.
Suddenly, he bent down, his fingers slipping into the space between her hair and skull, tilting her head.
Under the gentle sunlight, Jiang Nuannuan's face appeared clean and beautiful, her eyes clear with a hint of complaint. She had no idea how alluring her posture was.