Peninsula: I'm the Top Streamer

Chapter 614 Busan Trip (Foot Bath) 7.8k!

Night fell over Busan’s coastline, with only the lights of the Gwangalli Bridge in the distance and the stars twinkling in the sky. The gentle sound of the tide lapped against the soft sand.

Liu Zhimin walked a few steps ahead, her feet sinking into the cool, fine sand. She turned back to look at Quan Xuanhe, who was carrying her shoes, her eyes sparkling in the night.

The faint background music drifting from the distant open-air café seemed to be the accompaniment for her invitation.

She stopped and turned around to face Quan Xuanhe who was walking towards her.

"Oppa," her voice was exceptionally clear in the sea breeze, carrying a hint of anticipation and a subtle, almost coquettish tone.

"Don't you want to come together?"

Quan Xuanhe looked at her soft profile in the moonlight, then glanced at the indeed secluded surroundings.

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile, but instead of answering immediately, he took out his phone.

Under Liu Zhimin's somewhat puzzled and curious gaze, Quan Xuanhe fiddled with it for a few moments.

Immediately, a soft jazz tune that perfectly complemented the atmosphere flowed from his phone.

But he didn't turn the volume up too high, ensuring that only the two of them could hear it clearly without disturbing their private tranquility.

Liu Zhimin's surprise instantly turned into a joyful smile, as bright as the moonlight tonight.

"Come here." Kwon Hyun-hyuk put away his phone, extended his hand to her, and said gently.

Liu Zhimin excitedly approached and placed her hand in his warm, large palm without hesitation.

Quan Xuanhe's arm naturally encircled her slender waist, while his other hand held her delicate fingers, the fingertips slightly calloused.

Liu Zhimin gently placed her other hand on his shoulder.

There's no constraint of a formal dance floor, only the cool sand beneath your feet, the vast starry sky above, and the gentle waves and music in your ears.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk's steps were steady and guiding, while Yoo Ji-min was a little awkward at first and would sometimes accidentally step on his foot.

Liu Zhimin felt slightly embarrassed, and her cheeks flushed slightly in the moonlight, but this blush was quickly replaced by sweetness.

"Oppa, how come you're so skilled? Have you tried it with other people?"

She raised her beautiful big eyes and looked at Quan Xuanhe, who was standing close to her.

"I participated in some activities when I was in school. Although I wasn't very good at them, at least I looked presentable."

Quan Xuanhe said with a light laugh.

"But you've probably tried it with other girls too, right?"

"No, you're the first person to experience something like this."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zhimin's brows furrowed slightly, but she still didn't let him off the hook.

"Oppa has been in so many relationships and had so many girlfriends, doesn't that mean he's already done everything?"

The sea breeze gently caressed Liu Zhimin's hair and lightly brushed against Quan Xuanhe's neck. They were very close, close enough to feel each other's breath and body temperature.

Yoo Jimin boldly spoke out, while Kwon Hyun-hyuk stated that he could not admit it.

"Of course not. I've already said, such a romantic scene can only be with you."

"qinjia?"

Liu Zhimin stared at him with her big eyes, not blinking, just staring straight at him.

"Of course."

After Quan Xuanhe finished speaking, he immediately pulled Liu Zhimin into his arms, interrupting her questioning.

Caught off guard, Liu Zhimin's nose bumped into his firm chest, and the familiar scent instantly enveloped her.

The previous questioning was interrupted by this sudden intimacy, causing my heart to skip a beat and then start pounding like a rabbit.

Quan Xuanhe tightened his arms around her, almost pressing her completely into his embrace, her softness squeezing out of shape and spilling out to both sides.

His chin gently rested on the top of her head, and through the thin fabric of their clothes, they could clearly feel the warmth of each other's bodies spreading in the cool night breeze of early spring.

Are you cold? I'm a little cold.

The warmth lasted only a moment; the next second, Quan Xuanhe let go and, with his head down, asked him a question.

Liu Zhimin took a deep breath, and the coolness of the early spring night instantly enveloped her.

She blinked, her beautiful eyes reflecting the moonlight, carrying a lingering haze and surprise at being suddenly interrupted, and puffed out her cheeks slightly.

"cold?"

She looked up at Quan Xuanhe, her voice soft against the backdrop of gentle waves, carrying a hint of coquettish complaint.

"Why didn't you say so when you were hugging me earlier?"

There was no angry rebuke, more like a muttered complaint.

Quan Xuanhe chuckled softly and bent down to pick up Liu Zhimin's shoes, which had fallen onto the fine sand while they were dancing.

"It felt fine when I was holding you just now."

He casually brushed the fine sand off the edges of her shoes while answering in his usual lazy, teasing tone.

"It only becomes interesting when the wind blows." He handed the shoes back to her.

Liu Zhimin took the shoes but didn't put them on immediately. She walked barefoot on the cool sand, the sweet aftertaste of the interrupted moment still lingering in her heart.

Looking at his calm face in the moonlight, she felt a ticklish, soft sensation in her heart, as if being scratched by a feather.

“Oppa is always like this,” she said softly, like a whisper in the night.

"...flirted and then ran away." The tone was no longer accusatory or angry as before, but rather a helpless and indulgent accusation, even with a hint of a smile.

Countless times, Quan Xuanhe would bring her emotions to a peak, only to then pour cold water on her, leaving her shivering and only able to slowly recover on her own.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk did not answer immediately, his gaze falling on the shimmering light reflected from the lights of the Gwanganri Bridge in the distance.

“It’s not running.” He turned his head slightly to look at Liu Zhimin.

“It’s to give you some time to reflect,” he paused, then added.

These cunning words made Liu Zhimin's heart skip a beat. She gave a reproachful "humph," but in the end, she couldn't do anything about it.

Who can blame me for liking him?

“Nonsense…” she muttered to herself. The sensation of the sand sliding off her feet brought a slight coolness that made her a little more alert.

Liu Zhimin casually tossed aside the shoes beside her, grabbed Quan Xuanhe's arm, and then lifted her leg, her small feet dangling in mid-air.

"Oppa, put my shoes on."

First of all, let me state that Kwon Hyun-hyuk is not a football fanatic.

Secondly, Kwon Hyun-hyuk does not have a foot fetish.

Finally, Kwon Hyun-hyuk also disliked the feeling of having his face stepped on.

Quan Xuanhe naturally bent down and squatted down.

The chill of the early spring night seeped into the beach, and Liu Zhimin's bare toes involuntarily curled up as the cool sand clung to her delicate soles.

Quan Xuanhe reached out, his large palm first holding her slender ankle, warm and steady.

He gently brushed the fine sand off her feet, the occasional warm touch of his knuckles brushing against her ankles like a tiny electric current, making her heart flutter and her small, round toes curl up involuntarily.

Seeing this, Quan Xuanhe couldn't help but look up at Liu Zhimin.

Is it sensitive?

Liu Zhimin pursed her soft lips slightly and nodded a little shyly. Her hands were on Quan Xuanhe's shoulders, and her body swayed slightly.

"That's very good."

Quan Xuanhe didn't speak, but tickled Liu Zhimin's sole with his fingers.

Liu Zhimin felt an unexpected tingling sensation shoot from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"Hey—Kwon Hyun-hyuk!"

She let out a short, startled cry, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She recoiled violently, her hand supporting Quan Xuanhe's shoulder slipped, and she lost her balance.

Just as he was about to fall awkwardly onto the beach, Quan Xuanhe reacted extremely quickly.

He immediately released his grip on her ankle, and with his other free hand, he quickly reached forward and caught her waist as she fell backward, pulling her back steadily and drawing her close to him.

Liu Zhimin was still in shock and almost crashed into his arms, her forehead pressed against his firm chest.

The itch on the soles of her feet seemed to be spreading, making her heart tremble with a mixture of anger and shame.

"Oppa!"

She lifted her face from Quan Xuanhe's embrace, her beautiful eyes burning with shyness and anger in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed.

She raised her hand and gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

"What are you doing? It's so itchy!"

Quan Xuanhe looked down at Liu Zhimin's flustered appearance, his eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of triumphant mockery.

"I just wanted to test whether what you said was really sensitive."

"You shrank back so quickly, so you're really ticklish?"

"Didn't I already say? It's very sensitive..."

Liu Zhimin glared at him, trying to regain her composure, but the slightly rising tone at the end of her voice betrayed the disordered heartbeat and the subtle reaction of her body being dominated by a strange yet intense touch.

"Stop fooling around... Hurry up and get dressed!"

Her struggles were more like a feigned resistance, her strength pitifully weak, more like a few twists to express "protest," which Kwon Hyun-hyuk, who was holding her, could clearly feel.

"Arasso, stand still."

His large palm lifted her slender ankle again, and this time his calloused fingertips simply held her ankle bone properly, patting away the little bit of sand stuck to the sole of her foot with his palm.

Looking at Quan Xuanhe who had just teased her, Liu Zhimin narrowed her eyes, raised her leg, and aimed her foot directly at Quan Xuanhe's face.

She wanted to shove her toes into his mouth.

Others would love this perk, but Kwon Heonhyuk doesn't really want it.

Quan Xuanhe simply used a little force to control her ankle, which rendered Liu Zhimin unable to move.

"Don't move, or I'll knock you down here."

Seeing that her little trick had failed, Liu Zhimin pouted, looking a little unhappy.

Quan Xuanhe focused intently on fastening his shoelaces, his long, slender fingers pausing briefly on the instep of her foot before gently pinching her calf with a hint of teasing.

"Those short legs can walk on sand pretty fast."

Liu Zhimin, driven to a frenzy of impotence, unleashed a powerful punch.

Quan Xuanhe easily dodged Liu Zhimin's retaliatory punch, and then grabbed her wrist, which she hadn't pulled back, without letting go immediately.

"Okay, stop fooling around. It's so dark and the road isn't smooth. If you fall, you won't be able to dance."

His tone was playful, but his fingertips lightly brushed against her smooth skin before slowly releasing her.

Having just played and danced, the atmosphere was relaxed and warm.

Liu Zhimin mumbled something, but did not refute his reason for holding her wrist. She gathered her hair, which had been ruffled by the sea breeze, and looked ahead at the dark path where the lights were gradually fading.

The rhythmic lapping of the sea became the background noise, and the dazzling light of the Guanganli Bridge gradually shrank into a blurry halo behind them.

The path winds its way deeper into the ground, the trees on both sides grow ever denser, and the streetlights strain to penetrate the gaps, casting dappled, swaying light across the ground.

I don't know where to go, but at this moment I am fully enjoying our time alone together.

All that seemed to be around them were the sounds of the wind, the tides, and their footsteps on the stone bricks covered by the shadows of the trees.

The relaxed feeling from the earlier playful banter settled down, and a silent tension slowly spread through the air.

"Where are we going? It's getting darker and darker." Liu Zhimin suddenly spoke, her voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the silence. She didn't look at him, as if she were commenting on the air.

“I don’t know,” Quan Xuanhe raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look at her silhouette in the dim light. “She’s just walking in the opposite direction from the hotel.”

"Huh?" Liu Zhimin suddenly turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining brightly in the dim light. "Then we still have to walk a long way back later."

Despite saying that, Liu Zhimin didn't stop and continued to follow him.

"Yeah, how about we just take a taxi back now?" Quan Xuanhe said with a light laugh.

"Oh, isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

When Liu Zhimin said those words, she felt her ears getting hot, but luckily it was dark and she couldn't see clearly.

She turned her head, took a few quick steps, and said in a slightly nasal voice, "Hmph, you're always right anyway."

Quan Xuanhe smiled as he watched her slightly hurried figure, and then strode after her.

The light grew dimmer, and for a stretch of the road, we could only make out the faint light filtering through the gaps in the branches and leaves overhead. The stone bricks looked somewhat slippery in the shadows.

"Be careful, walk steadily."

He took a step closer, his arm naturally rising to rest a few inches behind her back, a silent act of protection while maintaining a subtle distance, without actually touching her.

Liu Zhimin did indeed slow down her pace.

She could feel the sense of security that Quan Xuanhe gave her from behind, and she couldn't help but smile.

After walking a short distance, a small viewing platform by the sea appeared ahead. There was no lighting, only the faint light reflected from the distant sea and the starry sky.

Liu Zhimin stopped at the railing at the edge of the platform.

"So beautiful," she whispered, looking at the horizon where the sea met the sky in the distance, where the starlight was like scattered diamonds on a black velvet cloth.

Quan Xuanhe stopped a step away from her, his gaze also fixed on the vast darkness. He didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

The sea breeze picked up, ruffling Liu Zhimin's hair.

A moment of silence. Liu Zhimin suddenly turned to the side, looked up at him, a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her eyes.

“oppa,”

The sea breeze, carrying a damp coolness, swept past, scattering the stray hairs on Liu Zhimin's forehead and outlining her delicate features.

"How about you carry me up? I'm tired from walking!"

Quan Xuanhe was stunned for a moment, wondering what Liu Zhimin was about to say.

"Going further up? Would you like to live on the mountain?"

He pretended to leave, but Liu Zhimin grabbed his sleeve.

"Oh dear, it's just a short section. Oppa hasn't carried me on his back yet!"

Liu Zhimin tiptoed and whispered in his ear, her breath sweet as orchids: "Or, oppa, you're not good enough anymore?" Her teasing tone was just like that of a proud peacock.

It still accurately targets men, triggering a state of 100% male urgency.

Quan Xuanhe chuckled, then suddenly bent down and turned around nimbly. The next second, Liu Zhimin felt dizzy—he had actually carried her on his back!

Liu Zhimin exclaimed in surprise, instinctively hugging his neck tightly, her two slender legs swinging happily in the air: "Wow! OK! Oppa, cha-la-da!"

She giggled triumphantly in his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.

Quan Xuanhe steadily supported her, deliberately weighing her in his arms: "She's definitely not light, like a little pig."

Liu Zhimin immediately protested, giggling as she pinched his ear: "Oppa?"

"But... my fans already call me Piggy Snake, damn it!"

The power of mental victory!
Quan Xuanhe supported Liu Zhimin's soft and elastic buttocks and slowly walked upwards.

The soft whispers of the waves intertwined with the hazy lights of the Guanganli Bridge in the distance, while the dim streetlights illuminated Liu Zhimin's upturned lips and slightly raised eyebrows on her profile.

Liu Zhimin lay on his back, her hands fidgeting with his collar, humming an off-key tune.

At first, Liu Zhimin simply hugged his neck and rested her chin on his broad shoulders.

Before long, her restlessness became apparent.

Taking advantage of Kwon Hyun-hyuk's teasing about her weight, she not only didn't get angry, but instead pressed her cheek even closer to his neck.

"Oppa's shoulders are so broad..."

Liu Zhimin's voice carried a hint of lazy laughter as she whispered almost against his ear.

Warm breaths mingled with the cool sea breeze, tickling the skin of Kwon Hyun-hyuk's earlobes and the back of his neck.

Quan Jianhe didn't say anything, but silently adjusted his posture while carrying her, as if just to walk more steadily.

But this subtle gesture seemed to encourage Liu Zhimin.

She moved her arms around his neck, tightening her embrace so that she was almost completely pressed against his broad back.

Even through the thin clothing, she could clearly feel the rise and fall of Quan Xuanhe's back muscles with each step and the sense of power.

"Oppa, are you cold?" Yoo Jimin asked knowingly, but her fingers began to fidget.

One of her hands, which had been wrapped around her neck, began to move with a light, almost imperceptible touch, as gentle as a feather brushing against her skin, yet full of a seductive meaning.

"Don't move your hands, or I'll let go."

Kwon Hyun-hyuk continued walking forward, giving her a warning without turning his head.

He could feel the warmth enveloping his back getting tighter and tighter, and he could also clearly feel the faint, fragrant touch on his neck and the teasing little movements of his fingertips.

"Is that so?" Liu Zhimin's lips curled into a smug smile, as if her scheme had succeeded.

She tilted her head, her soft lips almost brushing against his earlobe, and whispered again, "I don't believe it!"

After she finished speaking, she deliberately buried her face deep in his neck and rubbed it back and forth.

"The powder got all over my neck."

Quan Xuanhe said this lazily, which made Liu Zhimin pause for a moment, and then she mumbled indistinctly, "Just rub against me, just rub against me."

Quan Xuanhe stopped in his tracks, but did not immediately put down Liu Zhimin. He simply turned his head, his chin almost touching the stray hairs on her forehead.

Noticing that he had stopped, Liu Zhimin, who was arrogant in words but obedient in body, immediately stopped moving and obediently shrank back.

Only then did Quan Xuanhe begin to walk again.

Liu Zhimin gradually tightened her embrace, burying her face deep in his neck like a cunning yet clingy cat.

The sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent. Kwon Hyun-hyuk, carrying the light-footed Yoo Jimin on his back, walked along the light-lit coastal path, but instead of doing what Yoo Jimin had told him to do, he headed back towards the hotel.

Liu Zhimin tightened her arms around his neck slightly, her cheek pressed against his broad back, and she could clearly feel the slight swaying of his steps and the warmth of his body through his clothes.

The path seemed much shorter than it had been on the way here; of course, it's also possible that the two of them had walked too slowly on the way here.

As they rounded the last bend, the brightly lit luxury resort hotel standing on the coastline came into view.

Suddenly, Yoo Jimin whispered, "Put me down, oppa." There was a hint of shyness in her voice.

"It wouldn't be good if they saw me..."

She wasn't bold enough to do whatever she wanted in front of outsiders.

Quan Xuanhe did as he was told and gently placed her on the ground.

Liu Zhimin touched the ground with both feet, stomped her feet with a slightly unreal feeling, moved her legs and feet, and then shrank her body.

She warmed Quan Xuanhe, and Quan Xuanhe warmed her; suddenly, she felt empty, and a cool sea breeze blew over.

"Phew... finally back."

Liu Zhimin stretched, her graceful curves unfolding in the night, her tone carrying a hint of lingering satisfaction and slight fatigue from her long journey.

Since leaving in the golden winter, this afternoon until now has been quite pleasant, quite enjoyable, and quite exciting!

"Let's go."

Liu Zhimin nodded obediently, then lowered her head, brushed her hair aside to cover her face, and stayed close to Quan Xuanhe's side.

The two walked side by side through the gleaming hotel lobby. The night shift staff bowed slightly in acknowledgment as they boarded the elevator, which slowly ascended.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at their floor. The corridor was covered with thick carpets, completely absorbing the sound of footsteps. Quan Xuanhe swiped his room card to open the heavy door of the sea-view suite.

Warm-toned lights automatically illuminate the meticulously arranged, luxurious space.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the nighttime seascape that Liu Zhimin had just admired came into view once again.

"Wow...it's so beautiful no matter how many times I see it." Liu Zhimin walked to the window, took a deep breath, and then collapsed onto the sofa, letting out a long sigh of relief.

I didn't sleep very well last night. The first half of the night was too terrifying, which made me restless and unable to sleep soundly in the second half.

But will I be able to get a good night's sleep tonight?
Quan Xuanhe glanced at the time, pulling Liu Zhimin back from her reverie. "Go take a shower and get some rest. We're going out for the whole day tomorrow."

Yoo Jimin raised her face, "Um... oppa, you too."

Her voice had a slightly nasal tone, "Carrying me all the way must have been tiring, right?"

"good."

Thankfully, I didn't hear an annoying reply.

Liu Zhimin stood up and walked briskly towards her suitcase. She took out her pajamas and toiletries bag, but before she could stand up, she heard Quan Xuanhe's voice and stopped in her tracks.

"You can sleep in the master bedroom, I'll sleep in the second bedroom."

Quan Xuanhe's words were like a pebble thrown into Liu Zhimin's turbulent heart, creating not calm, but even more intense ripples.

"Yes... I understand," Liu Zhimin replied softly, trying to make her voice sound calm and even.

How to do?
Sleeping separately?
But sleeping together
When the moment came, Liu Zhimin still lacked courage and her heart was pounding.

As Liu Zhimin struggled internally, her gaze fell upon Quan Xuanhe's retreating figure.

He was taking off his coat and casually draping it over the back of a chair by the door of the second bedroom. His movements were natural, even carrying a hint of weariness from his journey.

The fearless courage she tried to cultivate deflated like a punctured balloon.

Is he tired?

If... if I bring it up myself, will he think I'm too frivolous?

That's...too unreserved?
More importantly... is it really up to me to actively cross that final, clear boundary?
Countless conflicting concerns instantly overwhelmed the impulse.

Liu Zhimin's mind was a complete mess; the little devil and the little angel were fighting like madmen.

"Go take a shower, or I'll go take one first."

"Huh? Oh!" Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. Liu Zhimin was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, hurriedly stood up, and rushed into the master bedroom's bathroom.

As the warm water washed over my body, it couldn't wash away the inner turmoil and the slight frustration of feeling like I'd stepped into empty air.

The girl in the mirror had a hazy look in her eyes, with lingering blush and moisture, and a hint of self-reproach for deserting the battle.

"Liu Zhimin, what are you afraid of! This is such a great opportunity!"

It also contained a strange sense of liberation.

"However, we must be careful with the last step!"

This conflicted and twisted feeling almost made her want to scream.

Liu Zhimin splashed water forcefully, muttering under her breath, "Idiot, idiot, idiot!"

In the misty bathroom, the sound of running water gradually subsided.

Liu Zhimin turned off the shower, but her heart skipped a beat the next second.

Then I realized that I had been so preoccupied with the dilemma of sleeping in separate rooms that I had even forgotten the most crucial item—a bath towel—in my luggage bag in the second bedroom.

She brought disposable bath towels, which hotel bath towels are often avoided by women unless absolutely necessary.

Damp hair clung to her cheeks and neck, and cool water droplets rolled down her smooth skin.

A chill crept into her body, making her shiver slightly, but what tightened her heart even more was her predicament.

It was quiet outside the door; Quan Xuanhe was probably tidying up or resting in the second bedroom.

She bit her lower lip, struggling internally for a good ten seconds. Calling through the frosted glass door was obviously inappropriate; if she spoke too softly, the person might not hear her, and if she spoke too loudly, it would be even more awkward.

Ultimately, the urgency to get out of the predicament as soon as possible overcame the shyness.

She cautiously opened the door a crack, peeking out half of her flushed cheeks and wet shoulders, and called softly towards the living room.

"Oppa... Xuanhe oppa?" The voice carried a hint of barely perceptible panic.

Quan Xuanhe was lying in bed scrolling through his phone, feeling drowsy, when he suddenly heard Liu Zhimin's slightly tense call, and his heart skipped a beat.

He put down what he was holding, walked quickly to the master bedroom, and opened the bathroom door a crack.

All that could be seen was the pervasive steam and a small patch of flushed cheeks and a slender neck with wet hair tangled behind the door.

"What's wrong?" Quan Xuanhe glanced at it first, then looked away from the exposed skin.

Liu Zhimin hid behind the door, feeling the pressure from his approach, her cheeks burning even more.

"I...I forgot to bring my towel, it's in my suitcase..." she said, sounding a little embarrassed, especially since she was completely naked just a door away.

Quan Xuanhe understood instantly.

"Wait a moment," he replied, turning and heading towards the living room.

He quickly returned, carrying the fluffy, soft white bath towel in his hand.

He stood about half a step away from the bathroom door, stretched out his arm, and precisely handed the towel to the narrow crack in the door that was only wide enough for one hand to pass through.

Looking at the well-defined knuckles of the hand and the bath towel so close to her, Liu Zhimin's heart pounded in her chest.

She held her breath and quickly reached out her arm. Her fingertips inevitably touched the towel he offered, and it seemed... in that instant, they brushed against the edge of his warm, dry fingers.

That extremely brief, almost illusory touch of skin felt like a tiny electric current coursing through the area where the two were touching.

Liu Zhimin abruptly pulled her hand back and gripped the bath towel tightly. She instinctively shrank behind the door and quickly closed it.

Outside the door, Quan Xuanhe stood still, the fleeting soft touch still lingering on his fingertips.

He subconsciously rubbed his fingertips together, the air filled with the sweet floral scent of her shampoo and shower gel.

Inside the door, Liu Zhimin's cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg, and she was clutching a thick white bath towel tightly in her palm.

The presence of the man outside the door could be clearly felt through the thin door panel; in the quiet air, even his faint breathing seemed to be clearly audible.

Liu Zhimin was annoyed by her own "forgetfulness" and even more ashamed to imagine what he would see when he handed her the towel.

She dared not linger too long, for fear of appearing deliberate.

Taking a few deep breaths, I quickly wrapped myself tightly in a bath towel, making sure it was snug before awkwardly turning the door lock.

Outside the door, Quan Xuanhe had not left. Hearing the noise, he turned slightly to the side.

Liu Zhimin just happened to come into his line of sight.

Her long, wet, jet-black hair was piled on top of her head, with a few unruly strands clinging to her smooth neck.

A large bath towel wrapped around her exquisite curves, revealing her rounded, fair shoulders. Water droplets slid quietly down the hollow of her collarbone and disappeared into the edge of the towel.

Her unadorned face glowed with a pure, dewy radiance and a shy blush, like a pink rose blooming after the rain.

She stood barefoot on the soft carpet, her ten round and lovely toes slightly curled up.

She instinctively hugged her arms, trying to break the unsettling silence: "Um... I'm all better now." Her voice was softer than usual, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.

Quan Xuanhe's gaze swept over her wet hair clinging to her skin, and he politely reminded her, "Your hair is still..."

Before she finished speaking, Liu Zhimin's hair, which was tied up in a bun, seemed unable to bear the weight of the wetness and quietly came undone.

"His..."

(End of this chapter)