When Xia Lihua woke up, she realized she had fallen asleep in Yang Lingyun's bed yet again. The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, but Yang Lingyun was nowhere in sight. She stretched and rubbed her eyes, sitting up slowly, only to hear the sound of a door opening.
Yang Lingyun stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped over his shoulders, and a bathrobe loosely tied around his waist. His damp hair clung to his forehead, and his chest was exposed, glistening slightly from the steam.
"Like what you are looking at?"
Xia Lihua blinked and froze, realizing her gaze was fixed on him.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she quickly turned her face away. "Quickly wear something! Stop walking around like that," she blurted out, flustered.
