The door that led to the balcony was open, and as she approached them, she saw Mo Qingchen looking out into the garden. He was shirtless and leaning forward, his forearms against the railing.
Qian Meng took a moment to appreciate his defined back muscles. He was such a powerful-looking man. His masculinity could turn her on even in the worst of times.
She bit her lip and turned to walk into the bathroom, pulling off her top as she walked and then tossing it into the dirty laundry hamper. She glanced over at the bathtub and suddenly, it sounded more appealing than the shower.
It was huge and so deep that there were steps down into the thing. She could sit straight up and the water would reach up to her shoulders.
She hadn't been wearing a bra underneath her top and her now exposed nipples hardened in the cold air as she went to turn on the water faucet in the tub.
For those who have been following for a while, you know I have patches of rough time. I am in one right now. This story is somewhat cathartic and I kind of project my problems onto it. There relationships are up and down because I know I pull away at those points. What do you think? Quite amateur for something writing for so long, huh?
Smash that vote button for the algorithm. Let's crawl to the top!