Her gaze involuntarily followed the water droplets downwards.

A bath towel is loosely wrapped around the waist and may suddenly fall down.

"Cough cough cough..." Her cheeks were burning hot. She covered her mouth and nose and turned her head away.

Lu Zheng did it on purpose!

If a vicious and perverted person were here, they would surely be robbed of their money and sexually assaulted!

Lu Zheng seemed unaware that something was wrong, casually wiping his hair. "Got a cold?"

Qiao Zhen glared at him sideways.

Lu Zheng's hairstyle is usually neatly combed, giving him an elite look. Now, after washing and not yet drying his hair, it hangs down softly. His sharp features have also softened, and he once again presents himself as a sunny young man to Qiao Zhen.

"..." Her head suddenly throbbed with pain, and she rubbed her temples.

A blurry image flashed through her mind; she tried to grasp it, but the image had already vanished into the depths of her memory.

"Really?"

Qiao Zhen looked up and saw Lu Zheng already standing in front of her, bending down to look her in the eye.

The scent of shower gel wafted over, and a young, handsome body was right before my eyes.

"No, no, I need to wash up and go to work!" Qiao Zhen covered her nose and quickly ran into the bathroom.

She held her breath in the bathroom, listening intently to the sounds outside. She lingered for a while before coming out, and Lu Zheng had already changed into a suit.

"Let's go." Lu Zheng opened the door.

The bright morning sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft and warm glow on Lu Zheng.

Qiao Zhen was in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Zheng's voice came through, and Qiao Zhen snapped out of her daze, suppressing her bitter smile.

No matter how real it may seem, it is an illusion that can never be realized.