Turning her back to him, she ignored him and quickly rinsed off the shower gel foam from her body.
When she was about to come out, she realized she hadn't brought any clothes in, so she could only stand inside and shout, "Liam Yancey, could you please leave!"
The man remained still as if he hadn't heard, his dark eyes fixed on the shower, watching the woman's anxious expression inside. He picked up a towel.
"Come out, I brought you a towel." He knocked on the door, a faint smile on his lips, and a glint in his eyes.
Tara Summer could only helplessly open a crack in the door and stretch out her arm, trying to grab the towel. The man dodged and squeezed his tall figure through the door.
"What are you doing!?" The woman exclaimed, then fell silent.
Moments later, the man finally seemed to let go of her. Soon after, the sound of water came from the bathroom, along with Tara Summer's complaints and the man's muffled laughter—
"I've already showered, I don't need to wash again!"
