Yan Qianyi's wet and slightly curled long hair hung over one shoulder, while droplets of water still clung to the raised collarbone on the other side.
Beneath the thin black straps, her proud figure filled out the dress, with the beauty of femininity subtly hinted at, as if the thin strings could snap at any moment.
And beneath the short skirt, a pair of legs, long, even, and slender.
Her large eyes also seemed to be veiled by a layer of mist.
A feast for the eyes.
Mu Yunlie's Adam's apple involuntarily moved up and down, and he quickly picked up the water cup from the coffee table and took a sip.
Yan Qianyi still noticed his gaze, and uncomfortably tugged at the hem of her dress.
She had not expected to share a room with Mu Yunlie.
In this season, the weather on Capital Star of the Morris Empire was hot, so the sleepwear she brought was this type of spaghetti strap dress.
It covered hardly anything on top and was very airy below.
