This guy has learned to play games! But Bo Yan wouldn't let her take advantage, naturally, he had to counter: "That won't do. Look, you've taken off your clothes already. You better get the lotion on quickly and get dressed; otherwise, you'll catch cold."
If this guy weren't so handsome—with freshly showered, slightly damp hair clinging to his forehead, hastily dressed in a white, lightweight T-shirt that subtly showcased the contours of his chest and abs—looking absolutely delicious, she might have just kicked him out.
Bo Yan scooped out a generous amount of lotion and actually started applying it for her. His head tilted down, hair still dripping wet, with strands falling loosely over his forehead. His expression was serious, and even though helping her apply lotion was, at its core, a thinly veiled excuse to touch her, he still meticulously rubbed the lotion over every inch of her skin.
