Quan Jue turned to look.
Chi Jiao stood on the mat by the bathroom door barefooted. She was only wrapped in a white towel, and her damp hair was draped messily over her shoulders. She was looking at him with her innocent doe eyes in a daze.
He could see her glowing white skin, exquisite collarbone, and her fair and slender legs.
Quan Jue gulped as the images that he had painstakingly chased away earlier started to wreak havoc in his mind again. Quan Jue quickly turned his back on her and refused to look at her.
"What?" His voice was a little hoarse.
"Brother Quan, I suddenly remembered that I don't have any pajamas to change into," the young lady said in a soft tone.
Quan Jue didn't speak. Instead, he strode toward his room.
Less than a minute later, he walked out of the room and passed the pajamas he was holding to Chi Jiao, but his gaze didn't land on her. "Wear mine first. These are clean."
