Wesley, "..."
He stared blankly.
Every time Xiao Qiao surprised him; he never once predicted her actions accurately. Just as Wesley was about to stand up, Xiao Qiao suddenly jumped down, pressed his shoulders, and said domineeringly, "Don't move!"
The icy river water soaked her long hair, clinging to her honey-colored skin, highlighting her radiant, healthy smile. Xiao Qiao was pressed tightly against Wesley, her heart bubbling over with joy at finally being close to his perfect... body.
"Qiao An, let me go!" Wesley said, feeling the warmth and softness of her in his arms for the first time, and he became flustered. Xiao Qiao was straddling his waist, quickly pressing down on his shoulders. "Why struggle? Don't you like men? We're just two girlfriends taking a bath together, what's there to panic about."
Xiao Qiao remained remarkably calm, looking at him with great elegance; she wouldn't invest this much effort in flirting with just any random man.
"Wow, those abs..."
