Yan Hanxiang bent down, wiping her long legs with a towel, her hips facing the distance.
Over there, Gu Ran, pretending to have already left, was peeping from the edge of the wall.
Being in it, one would only think the swimsuit looked good, but hiding and peeping, the sight was supremely beautiful.
'Ah, Mrs. Xiang, raise it a bit higher.' Gu Ran stretched out his hand, clutching at the air, as if he had grabbed Yan Hanxiang's buttocks.
They chatted leisurely as they walked towards the changing room.
He Qingyan had already started to take off her swimsuit.
By the time they returned to their own rooms, showered, and dressed for work, Gu Ran was already sitting upright in the dining room.
Yan Hanxiang glanced at him, a teasing and enchanting smile on her lips, as she sat down at the dining chair.
"What's with your face?" Su Qing was puzzled.
Gu Ran's face was red like a well-ripened Red Delicious apple—red in some places, white in others.
