Enjoying the Fruits of Others' Labor

Qin Huaimeng's thoughts ran wild as she imagined certain things.

But before she could indulge in those fantasies for long, the door was suddenly pushed open.

She had never been on guard against Wang Haoran, so naturally, she had not locked the door.

The commotion pulled Qin Huaimeng back to reality.

She saw Wang Haoran, wearing only a bath towel, rushing rapidly in her direction.

At the sight of this, Qin Huaimeng panicked instinctively, associating it with certain things.

But she quickly realized that she had misunderstood.

Wang Haoran had merely come over to the window and swiftly looked outside.

Faintly, Qin Huaimeng heard several soft meows.

"It's a cat," Wang Haoran suddenly said.

Only then did Qin Huaimeng understand. He must have heard the noise and thought it was an assassin or something, which was why he had barged in.

She had thought that he had wanted to do something just now.

After relaxing, Qin Huaimeng casually began to look him over.

He had nothing on but a bath towel around his waist, his upper body bare. The lines of his muscles were infinitely close to perfection.

Qin Huaimeng had no interest whatsoever in muscular men, but the muscle definition on the person before her was just right and filled with aesthetic appeal.

He was like a work of art.

After looking at him for a few moments, Qin Huaimeng's pretty face could not help flushing slightly.

Wang Haoran took in Qin Huaimeng's expression.

With his senses, he had naturally known long ago that it was a cat. The only reason he had come over was to show off his physique.

Seeing the shimmering ripples in Qin Huaimeng's beautiful eyes, he knew he had definitely stirred her heart.

"So it was a cat. It scared me to death." After