After giving her water, Bo Hanmo stood up. "I passed something filthy outside just now. I might have gotten something dirty on me. Get some rest. I'm going to take a shower."
Fang Yao's eyes widened. [Holy crap, are we on the same wavelength?! I was just thinking Bo Hanmo should take a shower, and now he's going! Wait, how can I not sneak a peek at something this sexy?! His body is irresistible. I want to keep looking and keep touching.]
♡o。.(✿ฺ。✿ฺ)
✨(۶•౪•)۶?٩(•౪•٩)✨
Fang Yao pressed herself against the bathroom door, squinting to get a better look. Bo Hanmo thought she had grown suspicious, but it turned out she just wanted to ogle his body. So he stretched a shower that could have taken one minute into half an hour.
Bo Hanmo came out rubbing his dripping hair with a towel and found Fang Yao lying in bed, playing on her phone with an utterly serious expression.
Bo Hanmo thought with amusement, All desire and no nerve. Adorable. (╹▽╹)
Bo Hanmo deliberately leaned close and pinched Fang Yao's cheek. "What are you looking at? Why is your face so red? And where did those marks come from?"
Looking at Bo Hanmo, who seemed to radiate sex appeal, Fang Yao felt dizzy.
"Nothing. The pillow probably left them there. Dry your hair, then come to bed."
"The pillow, huh? I'll go dry my hair." Bo Hanmo chuckled under his breath. Seeing that Fang Yao's face was hot enough to cook an egg, he kindly let her off the hook.
Fang Yao watched his back in a daze, feeling as though he had meant something by that remark.
Nosebleed.
Early the next morning, the paparazzo called a celebrity who had a grudge against Bai Lu and sold the scoop for a