Night deepened.
The sound of running water in the bathroom gurgled incessantly, and tendrils of warm, fragrant mist seemed to squeeze out from the gaps of the opaque glass door.
Although the plot inside was invisible, the glass still reflected a vague and graceful figure.
Xu Musen sat on the couch, glancing over at the big bed in the room.
It wasn't as if they hadn't slept together before.
But actually lying together, even if nothing happened, still felt a bit odd.
"Click."
The bathroom door swung open, and a waft of rhythmically fragranced steam spread out. Within the curling vapors, a pair of long, pale, slender legs stepped forth.
Pale, delicate feet clad in slippers, each petite and plump toe looked like freshly washed crystal grapes.
Yao Ming Yue was wrapped in a bathrobe, her long hair wetly coiled up.
Her snow-white skin had been touched by the hot water, leaving it with a faint blush, making the entire person look like a freshly prepared, deliciously enticing dish.