She had barely slept last night and had been running around all day; she was dead tired. After a quick rinse, she changed her clothes and was planning to catch up on some sleep before the afternoon shoot. Just as she was pulling off her top, Yu Zexiao burst through the door!
Jian Anning was startled, especially since Yu Zexiao, although he knew he should wander around her and make his presence felt, still tended to act rather bluntly—at least, he had never thought about knocking!
Right as he opened the door, he saw Jian Anning wearing only a bathrobe, with its belt already undone, loosely draped over her. Her shoulder strap had slipped halfway down, hanging off her arm...
Obviously, she couldn’t sleep with her BRA on.
The moment he entered, Jian Anning got a shock, and subconsciously moved her hand. The shoulder strap that had already slipped halfway fell completely to the ground, and she stood before him in full exposure!
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Yu Zexiao was also stunned; he had not expected to be greeted with such a sight as soon as he walked in!
Her hair was damp from her recent bath, draping over her shoulders. She didn’t like to wear makeup, and she took good care of her skin; it was pale but tinged with a faint blush.
The curtains were drawn closed, yet she had left a tiny crack open in the window. A gentle breeze blew in through the gap, causing the curtains to flutter slightly, bringing strands of air into the room. Because she had just showered, her body carried a light scent of bath gel and shampoo, which the breeze made seem all the more natural and fresh.
Anning’s figure couldn’t be said to be more striking than those of Europeans or Americans, but she was very well-proportioned.
A 34C bust, while not the most eye-catching among Asians, was still quite prominent.
Moreover, she had a slender waist and long legs, her skin fair and clean. After soaking in hot water, her skin even showed a slight blush, pale and delicate as frozen yogurt, glowing with a silky fragrance, almost—inviting one to devour her!
Her long hair cascaded down, playfully concealing and revealing the contours of her bust beneath the curtain of black.
A few slightly shorter strands, dampened, brushed past her slender neck to rest on her attractive collarbones. A few droplets of water fell gently and slid down her collarbone, traveling between the peaks of her breasts, into the deep valley, then further downward. A couple of playful drops entered her navel, like pearls, sparkling and clear.
And a few more rogue drops continued their journey down to the edge of her panties. They soaked a large area, making the thin, white cotton nearly transparent so that, from his angle, he could faintly glimpse the hidden curves within...