Lu Yan walked inside the room with his heavy footsteps, his brown eyes scanning around the room quickly. No one was in the room.
"An'an!"
He heard the sound of water dripping in the bathroom and hurriedly rushed into the bathroom.
The frosted glass door was open and the steam resulting from the hot water rushed out, accompanied with a sweet aromatic scent. Lu Yan rushed in front of the frosted glass door and stopped.
"Master Yan, what exactly happened, who's screaming?" Qingqing had followed behind him and nearly crashed into him.
Seeing he had paused, seemingly frozen, Qingqing looked behind the frosted glass door, seeing a figure sitting on the white ceramic tiles. Her silky hair was wet and draped down, like a newborn with silky satin skin.
Though she was also a woman, Qingqing gasped when she saw An'an.
"Master Yan, thisー"
A fierce glance landed on her and Qingqing shuddered and her lips clamped shut.
