Before she could react, she was already pinned against the sink.
The cool sensation of the marble touched her back.
Song Yi's lips moved slightly: "Tang, Tang Si..."
In front of her, she could vaguely make out that the man's upper body was unclothed, still dripping wet, his hair too, and she didn't dare to look directly at him.
At this moment, he was pressing her against the sink, leaving her unable to move.
Behind her was a mirror, and Song Yi leaned back a bit, stubbornly avoiding looking down.
"Why do you have the habit of sneaking peeks at your brother's shower?"
The man's voice came lazily, with a hint of mischief.
Song Yi's mind went blank for a moment; she had planned to open the door with a set idea in her head, but for some reason, it suddenly all went blank at this moment.
All that was left was Tang Si's breath, his words, and her own blushing heartbeats.
