Mi Yao covered her mouth, laughing, "Little boy, there are freshly cooked eggs on the dining table. Eat one while it's hot. I'll deliver these clothes to your daddy and come out right away."
"Okay, sure."
...
Inside the room, Mi Yao pushed the door open and walked in. She heard the sound of running water; the man must be taking a shower in the bathing room.
At that moment, a deep, magnetic voice came through, "Have my clothes arrived? Bring them in."
His tone was brief and domineering, truly befitting his status.
Mi Yao opened the door to the bathing area and looked up to see Huai Fu Yueming just coming out from behind the frosted glass door, a clean towel in his hand, wiping his hair, and on his body... no clothes.
She was stunned.
"Seen enough?" The man flicked the towel in his hand, covering her small face with it.
The towel carried his scent, clean, crisp, and filled with the fragrance of soap, these smells invading her senses as they entered her nose and mouth.
