Song Yun had just casually wrapped the towel around his waist without tying it, so the towel was a bit loose. And as Song Yun was walking, he moved his legs, right?
When he moved his legs, he inevitably touched the towel, isn't that right? And the towel was originally loose, that's another point, right?
So, approximately ten steps into his walk, right as Chen Mengjie was staring at Song Yun's back, the towel decisively fell off.
Chen Mengjie had been gazing at the crisscrossing scars on Song Yun's back when his towel fell. Instantly, her gaze shifted.
And then, she saw a white and shapely backside.
Of course, besides the buttocks, there were his firm thigh muscles.
Song Yun's reaction speed was not to be underestimated. Almost the moment the towel fell, he moved, his hand quickly darting out to grab the towel and pull it back up.
The towel covered Song Yun's plump little bottom once again.
