In a bathroom, Bi Xia saw the shameless man lying on her bed, secretly chuckling inside, but as she thought of the reckless disregard he had for his life earlier, she couldn't help but put on a stern face.
She draped the towel over her head, the tips of her wet short hair dripping water, some falling onto the floor, some sliding down the boy's exquisite face.
The bathrobe's collar slightly open, revealing a delicate collarbone with old kiss marks from the man, now more seductive against the reddened skin post-bath. The pendant between the collarbones glittered under the light, emanating a dual glow of red-gold and sapphire blue in Qin Zhan's eyes, looking extremely beautiful.
Faced with such beauty, even Qin Zhan, with his steadfastness, found it hard to control himself, quickly moving his gaze away, turning his head slightly, pretending to play with his phone, while inwardly chanting, 'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form...'
