With stiff movements, she lifted her head and looked across.
Chen Jun's handsome face had turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Huang Ying's gaze trembled downward…
"Ah."
She cried out and quickly lifted her hand to cover her eyes.
Seeing the towel still in her hand, and thinking about the body it once wrapped, she hurriedly threw the towel onto Chen Jun's face as if it were burning her hands.
Most of her body was still suspended, and in her flustered panic, she kicked.
In a moment of imbalance, her body fell with a "thud" to the ground.
Huang Ying's head hit the ground, and tears flowed from the pain.
"It hurts so much."
She lifted her hand to rub her head, then propped herself up on her arm to get up from the ground.
"Have you had enough fun?"
A deep, slightly hoarse voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
Huang Ying was startled, and quickly looked up.
She saw Chen Jun standing in front of her, his tall and strong body exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
