Waiting for the pain to subside didn't seem likely, so Mo Shichen could only close his eyes and then force himself to gradually adapt.
......
When Wen Yi finished the phone call, found a bodyguard, and returned to the master bedroom, she was stunned to see that the man who should have still been in the bathtub was now sitting on the sofa. "Did you get out by yourself?" she asked, taken aback.
Mo Shichen turned his head to look at her. "What else, a ghost?" He shifted his gaze, glanced at the bodyguard next to him, and said indifferently, "You're not needed anymore, you may leave."
The bodyguard bowed his head in acknowledgment and quietly left.
Wen Yi walked up to him, her expression one of suspicion. "You're... alright now?"
"Dry my hair."
His short black hair was still dripping water. His shirt had been taken off before they went in, and it seemed he had removed his trousers after she left. Now he was only wrapped in a white towel around his waist.
