*
Jiang Mian had gone straight to the bathroom as soon as she got home.
She felt like she hadn't had a proper bath in days at the military base, almost starting to smell.
By the time she finished soaking in the bath, Fu Sichen was already half-reclining on a lounge chair browsing his tablet.
Dressed in a black bathrobe, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his distinctively jointed fingers leisurely swiped across the screen.
It had to be said—it was only right for someone as good-looking as Fu Sichen to break rules.
Dressed in anything, he had a unique charm that was truly mesmerizing.
Jiang Mian was still in a daze, completely oblivious to the man walking towards her.
Fu Sichen, tall and slim, was bathed in the warm light that cast a shadow on his profile.
Jiang Mian looked up, startled, "What are you doing?"
"Extra training."
The man leaned in, encircled Jiang Mian's slim waist, and kissed her, grabbing her chin.
