Before him was nothing more than a hazy silhouette, yet Rong Che felt a strange sensation stirring within him. His blood began to surge and boil, and his dark eyes narrowed abruptly, his sharp gaze fixed intently upon the figure behind the frosted glass door.
That woman—even her ankles were beautiful.
As Rong Che watched, mesmerized and pulse-pounding, the cascading sound of running water in the bathroom suddenly ceased. An Ruoxue’s figure moved to and fro inside, as if she were searching for something.
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