Chen Yang saw Lin Ruixin in a pink nightgown, her face flushed red, and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Xin xin, I'm sorry about just now. I didn't realize you were coming out of the shower, so… I should have knocked before coming in," he said, his masculine face full of apology as he looked at her.
Lin Ruixin was like a freshly blooming flower. Truth be told, the sight of her at this moment was incredibly alluring. Her legs were as slender and smooth as jade, her skin translucent and rosy. She walked lightly, her neat toes peeking out from pink slippers. Like a freshly bloomed cherry blossom, her faint smile was sweet without being cloying, making one want to draw closer and savor her unique beauty.
"Brother Xiao Yang, Xin xin doesn't blame you."
