Lu Muyu's eyes were red. He stood at the door, the frosted door not fully closed. He could feel the delicate touch in his palm, the warmth above the skin, unusually soft... perhaps because there lacked the direct visual conflict, his active cerebral cortex began to wantonly dissect the deepest desires in his heart, exposing them starkly before his eyes.
Embarrassing.
He could hear his own rough breathing, almost tearing off his clothes.
He certainly knew this was a ploy by his "adorable" brother, even the door was left just so, waiting for him to quietly push it open and let them notice this voyeur.
...The sound of water finally stopped, Lu Mufeng came out holding the small unclothed female, after Lu Mujie came out he raised an eyebrow, looked down at Lu Muyu and said, "Withstood even better than I thought, hurry in and clean yourself."
The faint scent of shower gel lingered at the tip of the nose as Lu Mufeng gently placed the drowsy Ruan Li onto the bed.
