The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Qin Qingnan immediately stood up straight, waiting with utmost devotion for the woman he loved most to come out.
He imagined her turning off the shower, walking barefoot, wrapping a towel around her body, and then taking a small towel to dry her long, smooth black hair.
After two years of marriage, many times he had bathed with her, knowing how beautiful she looked when doing these things.
The more he thought about it, the deeper the tenderness in his eyes became, impossible to dissolve.
The corners of his lips unconsciously curved into a smile, and his head dipped slightly.
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and he swiftly raised his head, seeing her appear in front of him as if a water lily emerging from the water. Just as he imagined, she was wrapped in a thin towel, her hair still dripping, her small face charmingly attractive, big eyes glistening as if they could speak.
