TRMP Chapter 31

Jiang Yifeng wrapped himself into a big white cocoon with a warm, fluffy white down comforter. His smooth shoulders were exposed from the quilt, the ends of his hair were still damp with water, and only half of his collarbone was visible. He really looked like a cherished concubine about to be presented to the emperor. Xie Jingshen's throat moved. When he saw Jiang Yifeng, he first smiled, then silently looked away. Jiang Yifeng's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at his words. In the dim light,…