Imagine a girl who looks exactly like your own wife, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, sitting right beside you. What are your thoughts?
Right now, Lu Man not only didn't dare think about it, he barely dared to move.
Gu Jiashuo's exquisitely delicate oval face still retained the flush of a fresh bath—though perhaps the girl herself was simply feeling shy. In any case, Lu Man didn't dare look at her face too much.
Chapter 230