Phew!
Alice's finger lightly hooked, and the white towel wrapped around her body automatically slid off.
It was like a pristine white dress slipping smoothly off her body, then exposing her entire perfect, seductive form to the air.
Although she was only facing away from Chen Hao, the expanse of white skin faintly blushed still prompted a reaction from him; a small tent had already been pitched in the middle of his trousers.
There was no helping it, being a young man, a martial artist, and on top of that a twenty-something-year-old virgin, his vigor was naturally boundless, and even though Chen Hao usually suppressed it forcibly, at times like these a natural response would most likely arise.
This was the instinct of a man.
Brownish-yellow, damp hair cascaded down in front, with not a single thing covering her back.
From top to bottom, until the sight of her round, plump behind came into view, Chen Hao's breathing also grew slightly gentler.