She held a stack of white towels in her hands, and under her short skirt, two long, slender white legs shone in the midday sun, so white they almost seemed to reflect light.,Xue Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. He wasn't sure if it was an illusion or because the towel had been held in that junior sister's arms for too long, but it seemed to have a faint scent.,Xue Jing used a finger to spin the towel in his hand like a basketball, casually saying: "It takes quite a bit of courage to come over and deliver a towel in front of so many people. If I rejected you, someone with a slightly thin face would probably be psychologically scarred."。