Xiaonuan also smiled faintly, hesitated for a moment, and then shyly opened the bath towel in front of him.
Then she changed into underwear, a white t-shirt, and pants.
Nangong Yaoling sat on the sofa, one hand touching his chin. He watched her petite figure enticingly sway before him, her slender hands gliding over her body, brushing past her chest.
She then let her long hair fall behind her.
Since she had showered just that morning, Xiaonuan hadn't washed her hair.
Her hair was slightly damp, but not soaked.
In front of him, she used a black elastic band to tie her hair up; her hair was already quite long, almost reaching her waist.
She suddenly felt it might be time for a haircut.
"Isn't my hair quite long? Maybe I should cut it shorter."
Nangong Yaoling frowned slightly. "Why cut it short?"
"It's easier to manage that way," Xiaonuan said nonchalantly, getting up and walking over to him.
"Come on... I'm so hungry," Xiaonuan said with a smile.
