First draft. "This is quite a nuisance!"
Qian Tiao complained with obvious disdain in her eyes.
Although she had seen her fair share of risqué performances while within the black gang of the Order, seeing them was one thing—she had no interest in them to begin with, and at most, she only vaguely knew what was going on without any personal experience.
Now, caught off guard and surrounded by it, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of discomfort.
It was like getting a handful of salad dressing—sticky and unpleasant.
But because it was Su Lun, she didn't feel too uncomfortable.
Still, she couldn't show that detestable guy a good face, or else he would definitely take even more liberties.
So Qian Tiao kept a straight face, naked as she stood up from the bathtub and moved under the shower to rinse off her body with the running water.
Su Lun felt refreshed and found himself in a sage-like state.