In the bathroom attached to the second bedroom.
Warm water sprayed from the showerhead, washing over Zhang Ruoxi's graceful body.
Steam filled the air.
Zhang Ruoxi turned off the water, wrapped herself in a large bath towel, and walked over to the sink.
She wiped the mist from the mirror and stared at her reflection for a long time.
Her fair, delicate skin glowed a healthy pink. Her collarbones were finely shaped, her waist slender enough to encircle with a hand. Below it were long, straight, beautifully proportioned legs.
"Why did Chen Lin want me to sleep alone..."
Zhang Ruoxi murmured to herself, her eyes full of self-doubt.
"Is my figure not good enough?"
Unbidden, images surfaced in her mind: Song Qiuya's cool, noble bearing and voluptuous figure, and Li Xiaoyue's gentle, cultured manner and ripe-peach curves.
Compared to those two older women, she did seem a little immature.
"But..." Zhang Ruoxi glanced down and defiantly puffed out her chest. "They're not that much smaller! I've clearly got plenty..."
The moment the words left her mouth, she saw her crimson face in the mirror and covered her cheeks with both hands.
"Zhang Ruoxi, you're so shameless!"
She crouched on the floor in mortification and buried her face between her knees.
One in the morning.
On the large bed in the second bedroom.
Wearing a silk nightdress with thin straps, Zhang Ruoxi tossed and turned beneath the soft covers.
Whenever she closed her eyes, her mind filled with Chen Lin's godlike bearing as he waved a hand and suspended bullets in the casino, the breathtaking romance of him holding her as they boarded the Flying Boat beside the cliff, and the warmth of his body against her back on the balcony earlier.
She couldn't sleep.
She simply couldn't sleep.
Two forces