Wei Zhao wanted to leave to give her space.
But he wasn't as quick as Yu Tingwan.
The girl swiftly stripped off her cotton clothes and eagerly stepped into the bathing barrel.
The hot water soothed every inch of her skin, seemingly washing away some of the discomfort and fatigue, and she sighed contentedly.
Wei Zhao had never experienced such an awkward situation.
Facing the wall, he slowly pulled the blanket over his head, but couldn't block out the faint sounds of water.
Unconsciously, the image of the girl undressing piece by piece appeared before his eyes.
Her long neck, delicate collarbones.
Slender waist, full chest.
Though she was thin, she had everything she should have, even... curves and contours.
She would be considered extremely beautiful.
At least, Wei Zhao had never seen anyone with eyes as pure and thoughts as clear as hers, yet with a tear mole at the corner of her eye adding a touch of charming allure to her face.
These two aspects didn't clash at all.
