Their gazes were eternally intertwined.
Xiao Man had long since understood Li Sinian's silent approval. After many years together, one look from each other conveyed their thoughts instantly, nothing was a secret anymore.
So, without further hesitation, she slowly began to undo the buttons on his shirt, from top to bottom.
Li Sinian never stopped her, nor did he utter a single word, he simply watched her lower his eyes, as though admiring a beautiful painting.
Indeed, Xiao Man was as beautiful as a painting. Like a beauty sprung from a picture, her beauty seemed ethereal, as though she didn't exist.
Xiao Man stripped off his dirty shirt, threw it into a basket on the side, his chest was robust, hard as stone, eight-pack abs, a V-line abdomen...
Her gaze boldly roamed his naked upper body.
They moved from the doorway to inside the bathroom.
The sound of the shower masked some soft whispers...
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