Behind the bathhouse.
In a certain seaside villa reserved by Chu Renxiong, a graceful and exquisite figure was happily taking a bath.
Chu Feifei hummed a tune, feeling extremely cheerful.
Her fair and delicate little feet tapped on the floor, breathtakingly beautiful, while the shower washed over her snow-white and tender skin, water droplets splashing everywhere, crystal clear.
Girls take their time bathing, especially when washing their hair, so Chu Feifei was completely unaware of what was happening outside. All she could think of was the image of surfing alongside Jiang Feng in the sea.
Truth be told, this experience was barely short of being described as "narrowly escaping death," so did this mean she had survived life and death with Jiang Feng?
Imagining some indescribable scenes in her mind, Chu Feifei's movements gradually slowed down, her cheeks tinged with red.
