If she were a woman, she would be screaming right now.
Thinking like this, Young Master Gu realized there was something off with his thought process.
She submerged her entire body into the bath barrel, leaving only her head exposed.
Steam rose around her, and fresh, vibrant rose petals filled the bath, obstructing Rong Heng's view.
Gu Lan was in a good mood today, and had purposely asked Zijin to add many petals for her—pink and fragrant—feeling as if she was about to be perfectly marinated, floating in delight.
Unexpectedly, Rong Heng barged in.
The delicate, fair features of Gu Lan's face were flushed from the steam, her red lips slightly pursed, and her clear black and white eyes pooled with moisture, looking misty and innocent.
Her black hair floated in the water, wet and smooth.
This scene delivered an immense shock to Rong Heng. He took a deep breath, turned his back, and explained with a calm voice: "Wei Chengyuan took my room."
