after he finished smoking, yu tingchuan straightened his back, threw away the cigarette, and went to the lounge.
the layout of the resting room was exactly the same as the bedroom. other than the complete set of furniture, there was also a single bathroom.
yu tingchuan took off his suit and hung it on the clothes rack, then went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
there was still a faint fragrance in the air, and the mirror on the wall was covered by steam, so it was blurry and unclear. standing in front of the sink, the man's sleeves were rolled up a few times. he turned on the tap, and the murmuring water washed over his big hands with distinct joints.
suddenly, as if sensing something, yu tingchuan looked up at the mirror in front of him.
the mirror reflected the situation at the entrance of the washroom.
song qincheng had woken up and was leaning against the door.
