"Sh-shower?" As soon as Tao Yuhao's voice fell, a familiar voice came through the phone: "Who's calling?"
The woman's voice continued, "The note says 'Little Cutie'."
Zhan Xiaozhang, who had just come out of the bathroom after a shower, froze at the sound.
He tossed the towel he was using to dry his hair aside and quickly came over to snatch the phone from the woman's hand.
"Ahao!" Although he tried to suppress it, his voice still trembled a little.
The woman, dressed in a V-neck purple semi-transparent, incredibly sexy nightgown, walked over, picked up the towel he threw to the side, and walked barefoot to stand behind him, helping him dry his hair.
When she touched him, Zhan Xiaozhang reacted as if electrocuted, took a sharp step forward, and then turned around to glare at her, his gaze full of warning.
The woman stood there holding the towel, frowning coldly at him.
He no longer paid attention to her and walked to the balcony.
