Jian'an, unawares, wipes Lu Rufeng's body wash on her own, muttering: "I don't think there's anything for a woman. Don't make a fuss about what a man is afraid of. The hot water is getting cold. Wash it quickly."

Jian An's concentrated towel brushed her back, but she didn't notice Lu Rufeng's change. Her breath became heavier and heavier, and her dark pupils were stained with a different color.

"an an Get out! "

"don't make any noise. It's almost finished. I promise I won't look around. OK."

"an an........" Jian'an wipes Lu Rufeng's chest with a towel, and he can't help but snort a little.

Lu Rufeng's breath is...