So, at this moment, she also caught sight of her unfortunate outfit in the flash of lightning.
Her face instantly turned a slight red, she quickly placed her right hand across her chest and her left hand vertically between her legs to block the line of sight.
But such shy movements, were like a layer of jam spread on bread, they were decorative but useless.
It became even more awkward.
"Sorry, Xiao Huan..."
Ye Shiyu closed her legs and quickly stood up, her toes accidentally touching his hip bone.
Brushing past, just like a match striking red phosphorus.
"Boom~"
Yan Huan sat up somewhat unnaturally, his gaze seemed uncontrollably rotating on her uplifted, pale soles and heels as she walked.
The moist air from the rain dispersed some of Ye Shiyu's rich body scent.
Is there really a body scent?
Or is it the scent of shower gel, skincare products, or lingering perfume?
Or, a physiological phenomenon produced by hormones?
