Jiang Xinli stepped out of the bathroom, her face flushed and her emotions in a tangled mess. The room was completely quiet. By the floor-to-ceiling window, a warm yellow floor lamp illuminated the sofa.
Ye Kuo sat bolt upright on the leather sofa, holding a military book and slowly flipping through its pages. Atop the man's neatly trimmed, short black hair, a pair of black leopard ears twitched slightly. His side profile was sharply contoured, with thin lips pressed slightly together beneath a tall, straight nose. The well-defined lines of his arm muscles, paired with his healthy, wheat-colored skin, gave the dashing man a touch of wildness and Strength at first glance.
Jiang Xinli walked over softly, leaning down to wrap her arms around his neck. "Little Leopard, what are you reading?"
