Turning back, Han Mo's eyes were immediately drawn to a graceful, enchanting figure dimly outlined amidst the billowing mist.
Su Mengyao was half-leaning against the rim of the wooden tub, her long silver hair gathered into a bun at the nape of her neck, revealing her slender, fair neck, rounded shoulders dotted with a few droplets of water, and exquisite collarbones that caught a mesmerizing sheen.
Further down, nothing could be seen, obscured by a censored 404...
Chapter 67