Entering the room, Lin Zifeng dared not think too much.
Now his clothes were already stained with watermelon juice. If he didn't clean it up soon, he'd definitely face suspicion at home, and Zhao Xuemo had stirred up quite a bit of heat in him too.
Upon entering the bathroom, a wave of feminine fragrance greeted Lin Zifeng's nostrils.
The bathroom's decor belonged to the more luxurious type.
From the bathtub to every tile, he could sense that Zhao Xuemo was a woman with a delicate heart, especially with her love for home surpassing everything.
He couldn't afford to admire it any longer. First, he took off all his clothes, washed the watermelon juice clean off his shirt, and then took a cold shower.
...
Outside, Zhao Xuemo was also nervous to death, tiptoeing into the room, first poking her head in to check if Lin Zifeng was really showering.
Then she gently walked into the room, went to the side of the bed, and quietly took away that set of mannequin.
