C104 The iceberg melt

An hour later, Zhan Xiaolou wiped off his sweat and looked at Jing Jue, who was sitting in a large bathtub with a face flushed pink from the rising heat.

Jing Jue's slender neck and exquisite collarbone revealed the surface of the water. The rippling waves were extremely similar to Jing Jue's current state of mind.

Because Jing Jue thought Zhan Xiaolou hated him and didn't like him