Jasper Ming turned his head and continued to wipe the water stains on himself.
His straight back looked very silhouetted in the dim room. Even if he didn't speak, his presence was terrifyingly strong.
Arthur Yan put her arms on the edge of the bathtub, looked down at the ripples on the water surface as water dropped, and silently savored the pure silence in the room.
The rustling movement stopped, and the young man held the bath towel in his arms and asked:
"Not now, when?"
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