In the steam-filled bathroom, heavy footsteps, accompanied by the soft sound of water droplets hitting the wooden floor, slowly approached.
Wen Shu paused, feeling an aggressive gaze fall on her back.
She steadied her breathing, quickly grabbed the clothes beside her to cover her body, but as she turned around, her lower back was tightly clamped.
The person moved with no regard for gentleness, and she was caught off guard being held, her face smacking into a cold, wet, hard wall of flesh, causing her nose to sting with a sudden pain.
"Hiss..."
Wen Shu covered her nose and opened her eyes, seeing a masculine deep gray toned, firm chest, with trails of water sliding down it.
"Rah?"
She had just been mentioning Wu Xuan, and now the person had shown up, tying the knot at her waist, Wen Shu looked up with complex emotions to see Rah's expression, swallowing inexplicably.
His lips were tightly pressed, his whole body soaked through, emanating a faint, salty sea scent.
