C1205 Ink Threat to Luo Guiyao

Ye Zimo lightly wet the towel. Xia Yihan felt her exposed skin touching the soft wet towel, which gave the room goosebumps. Ye Zimo's hands suddenly stopped when they were close to his chest.

Xia Yihan wanted to stop him, but she still couldn't make a sound. Ye Zimo paused for a moment and continued to help Xia Yihan clean up as usual. By the time the cleaning was completed