His pulse quickened slightly.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before pushing himself up. The cool morning air wrapped around his bare skin as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Without a single thread of clothing on him, he walked toward the wardrobe, his lean, well-defined muscles shifting with every movement. His golden-hued skin, taut and smooth, reflected the soft morning light.
If Ye Xinren had been there, he would have thought the same thing he always did when seeing Jiang Yanxu like this—stunning.
Too bad he had already left.
Jiang Yanxu grabbed his black robe from the hook and draped it over his body before heading to the bathroom. The sound of water cascading down filled the space, steam was curling around him as the heat seeped into his skin. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, letting the warmth ease the remnants of sleep from his body.
And then, it happened.
A name—Yan An.
