Chapter 265 Mr. Zhao, Please Have Some Self-respect!

Deep into the third watch of the night, at the East Fence Small House.

North chamber's lamp still shone.

Inside the room, behind the landscape painting screen, white mist curled around, faintly outlining a bath tub and a figure within it.

Zhao Rong's hair was dripping wet, his hands resting on the edge of the tub, head leaning back, with a neatly folded white towel covering his forehead and half of his face.

In the hazy fog, the curve of his mouth was filled with ease.

At one moment, a faint bell sound came from outside.

Ding——

Splash————

Zhao Rong shuddered, his upper body suddenly tilting forward, water splashing, and the white towel falling only to be caught subconsciously by a hand.

He turned his head to look around, then rubbed his eyebrows with the other hand.

"How did I almost fall asleep again... It happened during the Gallbladder Meridian rush, too."

Zhao Rong muttered to himself, his brow furrowing, but in the next second, it relaxed again.