About half an hour later, in his room.
Fresh from her shower, Xiao Xueer sat on his bed with only a soft bath towel wrapped around her. She had casually knotted it over her chest, and the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs, as if it might slip and expose her at any moment.
Her brows, eyes, and cheeks were perfectly clean, giving her a delicate, fresh-faced look. Her skin was so pale and smooth that not a single flaw—or even a mole—could be found. Under the light, it glowed with a gentle, jade-like sheen. She tilted her head slightly to one side, letting her long black hair fall naturally, and slowly rubbed it with a dry towel. A few droplets from her hair clung to her graceful neck. A faint, clean fragrance seemed to linger around her after her bath, and the sight was dazzling.
No wonder people said that the only woman who could rival a woman who had just woken up, lazy as a cat, was one who had just stepped out of the bath.
She had tossed her phone beside her. Its screen was dark.
As she dried her damp hair, Xiao Xueer wore an expression that said, "I can't believe how silly I am," and "I can't believe how ridiculous this is," while telling him about the misunderstanding she'd caused earlier when she heard a noise from the laptop.
The towel's hem revealed her long, rounded thighs, their curves nearly perfect. Her tender skin looked so soft that a little pressure might make it release water. The towel was loosely wrapped around her, and even a bigger movement seemed like it might part the folds. The skin on her chest was snow-white, and her figure, already far more developed than her peers' back