"What are you... what are you two doing?"
Han Youzhen never imagined she would walk in on such a scene when she came looking for Wang Jian. Not even a European oil painting could be so risqué.
Who is this woman? That was Han Youzhen's second reaction. Wang Jian had moved quickly, wrapping a towel around his waist the moment he saw her.
That fleeting glimpse was enough for her to appreciate his striking physique. She suddenly understood why his girlfriend would get intimate with him in a train compartment. With a body like that, a mere glance was enough to make one want to reach out and touch, let alone be held in a narrow train bunk. However, she was currently more concerned about the woman standing before her.
Cai Qiong hadn't expected to see another woman when she opened the door, either. She knew who it was—one of the foreign women traveling with Wang Jian.
