The slender figure of the man stepped down to the ground, his bare, clean feet stepping onto the carpet, his long legs extending upward, covered in the middle by a towel.
Above that was his V-line, his abs; he truly looked lean with clothes on, but seeing him without them left a different impression.
However, at the moment, his shoulders and back were covered in scratches, and there was even a bite mark above his collarbone.
Clearly, all these signs pointed to how wild and passionate last night had been, yet she had the nerve to act as if nothing happened in the morning.
Wen Yu was extremely upset, his once-clear eyes now dark and stormy, like a tornado brewing in August.
He entered the bathroom, staring at everything in the mirror, looking at the marks on his body, and feeling a profound sense of irony.
"Bang...!"
With a curse, he punched the mirror, shattering it.
