"Ah-!"
Lin Qianqian slipped and fell straight toward Zhou Fan.
Hearing her cry, Zhou Fan instinctively turned around.
The moment he turned, Lin Qianqian fell into his arms.
Fortunately, the bathtub was heavy enough to support their combined weight.
"Are you okay?"
Zhou Fan reached out and held her.
But... where was Lin Qianqian's bathrobe?
Why had it disappeared?
She was sprawled in his arms now, their bodies pressed together.
Zhou Fan couldn't see the front of Lin Qianqian's body.
But he could see her smooth back, without a stitch of clothing on it.
A lovely fragrance wafted from her body.
But something made his heart race even more than her scent.
With the beauty in his arms, he could distinctly feel her exquisitely delicate skin.
Most importantly...
Two soft mounds were pressed against his chest.
Of course he knew what they were.
And judging by that delicate sensation and the warmth against his skin...
Was Lin Qianqian... wearing nothing at all?!!
Only then did Lin Qianqian finally realize what had happened.
Her first reaction wasn't to scream or cover her body.
Instead, she reached out and covered Zhou Fan's eyes!
"Y-you're not allowed to look!"
A blush quickly spread across her cheeks, all the way down to her neck and earlobes.
She was as red as a ripe tomato.
"I'm not looking."
Zhou Fan felt Lin Qianqian lift her body away from his.
But as she pulled away, there was a brief second when he could feel her softness leaving his chest, even two distinct points...
Besides, although Lin Qianqian had covered his eyes...
Her fingers weren't pressed tightly together. There was a gap between them, through which he could vaguely make things out.
Zhou Fan caught a fleeting glimpse of soft, snowy-white skin as she stood up-come on,