C82 The Transfer Student

After a quick cold shower, Xu Qingshan returned to his room, still dripping wet. Inside, the sound of snores rose and fell; everyone else was already asleep. In the dark, he changed into a clean set of clothes and lay on his bed, hands behind his head.

His mind was a bit jumbled, images flickering back and forth—slim waist, curvy figure, soft hands... His body slowly began to heat up