When Mu Xiaoqi came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the man in bed was awake.

It was dawn, the sky was bright, and through the blue sea it folded into the porthole, a room of dark blue.

The room was full of ambiguity, and the night was leaning against the bedside, staring at her with burning eyes.

The eyes beneath the mask are so deep, the black bathrobe half conceals the sexy chest, and the breath fluctuates slightly on the chest with a suspicious red trace, an indescribable sexuality and... Ambiguous.

Suddenly, Mu Xiaoqi remembered that last night, she and his entanglement, as well as unprecedented...