Shi Su showed no sign of blushing, knowing he couldn't do anything anyway.
She lifted her hand and ran it over his still bare arm, with a voice full of playful teasing, "Little brother's body is great, after spending days with me exposed to the elements and sleeping in caves, still so fair."
Actually, Jing Jihan, while fair-skinned, was not like those male celebrities with an ethereal pallor or makeup-enhanced whiteness. His complexion was a healthy glow, maintaining cleanliness from head to toe due to a lifelong penchant for neatness, resulting in a particularly pure kind of white that was simply comforting.
When he was injured and unconscious at her place, she hadn't sized him up like this with such mischief in her eyes. But now, her gaze was roving up and down him unabashedly.
Jing Jihan's waist still wrapped with a towel, otherwise, who knows where her eyes would wander.
