"What are you doing?" came the girl's wary voice.
Yan Song's mouth curved slightly, "Desperate need."
"Hold it in."
"I can't hold it anymore."
Holding urine is bad for the health, especially for men, as it affects that aspect of their functionality. Yun Ya, afraid he might really hold it in, hastily shut off the tap, draped a bath towel around herself, cracked the door open, only to be pushed forcefully open. Yun Ya stumbled back several steps, nearly falling to the slippery floor, but was swiftly caught by the other's quick reflexes.
It was like the most clichéd yet most romantic hero-saving-the-beauty pose from a TV drama. Yun Ya blinked her eyes, looking at the handsome face in front of her with a half-smile, and eyes unabashedly wolfish as they landed on her chest, and then lower...
