Suddenly, a smile appeared on Shen Yuan's face.
"Ah, whatever. I'm not going to think about it anymore. Time for a shower."
While Shen Yuan was in the shower, Li Zhi was leaning against the bed. Her back rested on the cool, soft headboard, and the delicate arch of her foot unconsciously brushed against the velvet bedsheets.
It was as if the strength of Shen Yuan's massage in the dark still lingered, the searing touch of his hand still branded on her ankle.
Suddenly, the RRRIP of tearing fabric echoed in her ears, and her toes curled inward like startled shellfish.
Li Zhi suddenly looked down at her foot. The residual warmth was like an unextinguished cigarette butt, scalding her skin beneath the wrinkled sheets until a peach-like blush bloomed.
"Pervert... idiot Shen Yuan..."
The girl snatched the silk duvet and covered her flushing cheeks. Her pearly teeth bit back the soft words spilling from her lips, but her earlobes colored like the sunset glow as the memories returned.
