The bathroom door opened, and Yue Qingqing walked out wearing a bathrobe.
Her body still carried the steamy heat, her cheeks blushing pink like a peach.
A fragrant, sweet scent rushed out from the bathroom.
Jiang Jingze's nose, as sensitive as a top chef's, made him particularly troubled at such a moment.
"Your face is so red." Yue Qingqing was drying her hair and immediately noticed the deliberate flush on Jiang Jingze's face as she walked out.
Jiang Jingze forced himself to look out the window, his gaze shifting involuntarily.
"A bit hot."
To prove his point, Jiang Jingze tugged at his collar, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
Beijing was already nearing winter, hot?
Yue Qingqing didn't expose him, lightly coughing, "Then I'll dry my hair."
"Let me."
Jiang Jingze immediately stood up, took a hairdryer from the cabinet, and gestured for Yue Qingqing to stand in front of the mirror.
