Song Qingyu was looking at the tablet, but her mind had already flown to the bathroom.

Lu Yanzhi has a great figure.

Every time after taking a shower, he likes to walk around the room wrapped in a bath towel.

Every time at this time, Song Qingyu’s favorite thing is to sit on the sofa and quietly admire Lu Yanzhi’s eight-pack abs.

Or, reach out and touch it.

Therefore, she was particularly familiar with Lu Yanzhi's figure.

At this moment, through the sound of running water in the bathroom, she could clearly outline the lines of Lu Yanzhi's body.

Realizing that she was distracted, Song Qingyu quickly picked up the information and ran to the balcony.

After more than ten minutes, the sound of water running in the bathroom finally stopped.

Next second.

The bathroom door opens.

Lu Yanzhi came out of the bathroom, covered in moisture.

He was only wearing a bath towel, and the water droplets on his body slowly slid down his well-defined muscles and submerged at the edge of the towel.

Song Qingyu turned around and saw a vivid picture of a handsome man coming out of the bath.

For a moment, she didn't know where to look.

Moreover, as the man got closer, Song Qingyu could even smell the hormones emanating from him.

The next moment.

The man approached, and his warm breath fanned Song Qingyu's cheek: "I'm done washing, do you want to wash?"

Song Qingyu leaned back, her body almost touching the French window, "Yeah."

Lu Yanzhi stared at her for a moment before standing up straight.

Song Qingyu hurried out, picked up her clothes, and flew into the bathroom.

After closing the door, her pounding heart finally calmed down.

Outside the door.

Looking at Song Qingyu who was fleeing in panic, Lu Yanzhi curled the corners of his lips.

She still loves him.