The sound was like a clap of thunder that completely bewildered Mu Anran.
She turned around blankly.
There Yu Lingqian stood at the door, dressed in casual attire.
His handsome face wore an unmistakable expression of astonishment, his eyes fixated on her as if he had seen an alien, unblinkingly glued to her body.
"I, I, I—"
Mu Anran stumbled over her words three times before she finally snapped back to reality.
Immediately after, a heart-wrenching scream erupted from the bathroom, "Ah—"
Because she had already taken off her bathrobe, Mu Anran was left wearing nothing but an almost transparent piece of lingerie.
She quickly covered her face and crouched down, "Don't look, don't look at me, don't!"
How could Young Master Yu not look at such a beautiful sight?
Knowing Mu Anran's personality, if he missed this chance, there might not be another.
His Adam's apple moved up and down, his gaze almost dangerously longing.
